SCENE V. An Apartment in Polonius's Houfe. Laer. MY Enter Laertes and Ophelia. Y neceffaries are imbark'd, farewel; But let me hear from you. Oph. Do you doubt that? Laer. For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favours, A violet in the youth of primy nature, No more. Opb. No more but fo? Laer. Think it no more: For nature crefcent does not grow alone In thewes and bulk; but as the temple waxes, Grows wide withal. Perhaps he loves you now, 3 Whereof he's head. Then if he fays he loves you, As he in his peculiar act and place 2 this 3 fanctity... old edit. Warb, emend. May give his faying deed; which is no further, withal. honour sustain, may Then weigh what lofs Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear fifter,. your affection, Oph. I fhall th' effects of this good leffon keep, Shew me the steep and thorny way to heav'n; Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, Laer. Oh, fear me not. my father comes: I ftay too long;--but here A double bleffing is a double grace; Occafion fmiles upon a fecond leave. Pol. Yet here, Laertes! get aboard for fhame, The wind fits in the fhoulder of your fail, And you are ftaid for. There--my bleffing with you; And these few precepts in thy memory See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor Nor any unproportion'd thought his act : But not expreft in fancy; rich, not gaudy: Laer. Moft humbly do I take my leave, my Lord. What I have faid. Oph. 'Tis in my mem'ry lockt, And you your felf fhall keep the key of it. Laer. Farewel. Pol. What is't, Ophelia, he faid to you? [Exit Laer. Opb. So please you, fomething touching the Lord Hamlet. Pol. Marry, well bethought! 'Tis told me he hath very oft of late Given private time to you; and you your self Have of your audience been moft free and bounteous, If it be fo, (as fo 'tis put on me And that in way of caution) I must tell you, You do not understand your felf fo clearly, As As it behoves my daughter, and your honour. Opb. He hath, my Lord, of late, made many tenders Of his affection to me. Pol. Affection! puh! you speak like a green girl, Unfifted in fuch perilous circumstance. Do you believe his tenders, as you call them? Opb. I do not know, my Lord, what I fhould think. Pol. Marry I'll teach you; think your self a baby, That you have ta'en his tenders for true pay, Which are not sterling. Tender your felf more dearly; Or (not to crack the wind of the poor phrase, 'Wringing it thus) you'll tender me a fool. Oph. My lord, he hath importun'd me with love, Pol. Ay, fafhion you may call't go to, go to. With almost all the holy vows of heaven. Pol. Ay, fpringes to catch woodcocks. I do know, When the blood burns, how prodigal the foul Lends the tongue vows. Thefe blazes, oh my daughter, You must not take for fire. From this time, Than a command to parley. For Lord Hamlet, Breathing like fanctified and pious 'bawds, The (a) Intreatments is the fame as Treatments and fignifies bere, the manner of your being treated by him. 4 Wronging...old edit. Warb. emend. 5 Bonds... old edit. Theob, emend. The better to beguile. This is for all: I would not in plain terms, from this time forth, Ham. [Exeunt. Enter Hamlet, Horatio, and Marcellus. THE Ham. What hour now? Hor. I think it lacks of twelve. Mar. No, it is ftruck. Hor. I heard it not: it then draws near the feafon Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk. [Noife of warlike musick within. What does this mean, my Lord? [rowfe, Ham. The King doth wake to-night, and takes his Keeps waffel, and the fwagg'ring upstart reels; And as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down, The triumph of his pledge. Ham. Ay marry is't: But to my mind, though I am a native here And to the manner born, it is a custom More honour'd in the breach, than the obfervante. VOL. VI. Y Enter (a) Thefe 20 lines following are in the first edition, but fince left out, perhaps as being thought too verboje. This heavy-headed revel, eaft and west, Makes us traduc'd, and tax'd of other nations; They clepe as drunkards, and with fwinifh phrafe From |