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Ham. Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me. Hold you the watch to-night?

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Hor. O, yes, my lord! he wore his beaver up. Ham. What, look'd he frowningly?

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Ham.

I would, I had been there.

Hor. It would have much amaz'd you

Ham.

Very like Stay'd it long?

Very like,

Hor. While one with moderate haste might tell

a hundred.

Mar. Ber. Longer, longer.

Hor. Not when I saw it.

Ham.

His beard was grizzl'd? no?

Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life, .

A sable silver'd.

Ham.

I will watch to-night;

Perchance, 't will walk ágain.

Hor.

I warrant, it will: Ham. If it assume my noble father's person, I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape, And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all, If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight, Let it be tenable in your silence still;

That part of the helmet which protects the lower part of the face, and may be lifted up.

And whatsoever else shall hap to-night,
Give it an understanding, but no tongue;
I will requite your loves: So, fare you well:
Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve,
I'll visit you.

All.

Our duty to your honour.

Ham. Your loves, as mine to you: Farewell. [Exeunt HORATIO, MARCELLUS, and Bernardo. My father's spirit in arms! all is not well;

I doubt some foul play: 'would, the night were

come!

Till then sit still, my soul: Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.

[Exit.

SCENE III.

A Room in Polonius' House.

Enter LAERTES and OPHELIA.

Laer. My necessaries are embark'd; farewell: And, sister, as the winds give benefit,

And convoy is assistant, do not sleep,

But let me hear from you.

Oph.

Do you doubt that?

Laer. For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favour, Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood;

A violet in the youth of primy nature,

Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,
The perfume and suppliance of a minute;

No more.

Oph. No more but so?

Laer.

Think it no more :

For nature, crescent1, does not grow alone

In thews, and bulk; but, as this temple waxes,
The inward service of the mind and soul

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Grows wide withal. Perhaps, he loves you now;
And now no soil, nor cautel, doth besmirch'
The virtue of his will: but, you must fear,
His greatness weigh'd, his will is not his own;
For he himself is subject to his birth:
He may not, as unvalued persons do,
Carve for himself; for on his choice depends
The safety and the health of the whole state;
And therefore must his choice be circumscrib'd
Unto the voice and yielding of that body,
Whereof he is the head: Then if he says he loves

you,

It fits
your wisdom so far to believe it,
As he in his particular act and place

May give his saying deed; which is no further,
Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal.
Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain,
If with too credent' ear you list 3 his songs:
Or lose your heart; or your chaste treasure open
To his unmaster'd importunity.

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Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister;
And keep you in the rear of

your affection,
Out of the shot and danger of desire.
The chariest maid is prodigal enough,
If she unmask her beauty to the moon:
Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes :
The canker galls the infants of the spring,
Too oft before their buttons be disclos'd;
And in the morn and liquid dew of youth
Contagious blastments are most imminent.
Be wary then: best safety lies in fear;
Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.

Oph. I shall the effect of this good lesson keep, As watchman to my heart: But, good my brother, Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,

Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven;

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9 Subtlety, deceit. I Discolour. 2 Believing. 4 Licentious.

3 Listen to.

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Whilst, like a puff'd and reckless libertine,
Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,
And recks not his own read."

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A double blessing is a double grace;
Occasion smiles upon a second leave.

Pol. Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for

shame;

The wind sits in the shoulder of
And you are staid for: There,

you;

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[Laying his Hand on LAERTES' Head. And these few precepts in thy memory

Look thou character". Give thy thoughts no tongue,
Nor any unproportion'd thought his act.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel:
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel: but, being in,

Bear it that the opposer may beware of thee.
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice:
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judge-

ment.

Costly thy habit, as thy purse can buy,

But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy :
For the apparel oft proclaims the man;

And they in France of the best rank and station,
Are most select and generous, chief' in that.
Neither a borrower, nor a lender be:

For loan oft loses both itself and friend;

Regards not his own lessons. • Noble.

• Write. 7 Opinion.

, Chiefly.

And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all,—To thine ownself be true;
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewell; my blessing season' this in thee!

Laer. Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord. Pol. The time invites you; go, your servants tend.'

Laer. Farewell, Ophelia; and remember well What I have said to you.

'Tis in my memory lock'd,

[Exit LAERTES.

Oph.
And you yourself shall keep the key of it.
Laer. Farewell!

Pol. What is 't, Ophelia, he hath said to you?
Oph. So please you, something touching the lord
Hamlet.

Pol. Marry, well bethought:

'Tis told me, he hath very oft of late

Given private time on you: and you yourself Have of your audience been most free and boun

teous:

If it be so, (as so 'tis put on me,

And that in way of caution,) I must tell you,
You do not understand yourself so clearly,
As it behoves my daughter, and your honour:
What is between you? give me up the truth.
Oph. He hath my lord, of late, made many ten-
ders

Of his affection to me.

Pol. Affection? Puh! you speak like a green girl,

Unsifted in such perilous circumstance.

Do

you believe his tenders, as you call them? Oph. I do not know, my lord, what I should

think.

Pol. Marry, I'll teach you think yourself a

baby;

Infix.

a Wait.

3 Untempted.

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