Hor. I warrant it will. 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. The same. 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 pérfume and suppliance of a minute ; No more. Oph. No more but so? Laer. Think it no more: For nature, crescent, does not grow alone Carve for himself; for on his choice depends As he in his particular act and place(19) May give his saying deed; which is no further Or lose your heart; or your chaste treasure open Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister; Oph. I shall th' effect of this good lesson keep, Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Laer. O, fear me not. I stay too long:-but here my father comes. Enter POLONIUS. A double blessing is a double grace; Pol. Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for shame! And you are stay'd for. There, my blessing with thee! And these few precepts in thy memory See thou charácter. Give thy thoughts no tongue, any unproportion'd thought his act. Nor Beware Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. lord. Pol. The time invites you; go, your servants tend. What I have said to you. Oph. 'Tis in my memory lock'd, [Exit. 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 to you; and you yourself Have of your audience been most free and bounteous: If it be so,-as so 'tis put on me, And that in way of caution,-I must tell you, Oph. He hath, my lord, of late made many tenders Pol. Affection! pooh! 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. Oph. My lord, he hath impórtun'd me with love Pol. Ay, fashion you may call 't; go to, go to. Oph. And hath given countenance to his speech, my lord, With almost all the holy vows of heaven. Pol. Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do know, When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul Lends the tongue vows: these blazes, daughter,(25) Even in their promise, as it is a-making,— You must not take for fire. From this time Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence; Set your entreatments at a higher rate Than a command to parley. For Lord Hamlet, And with a larger tether may he walk Do not believe his vows; for they are brokers,— Breathing like sanctified and pious bawds, (27) Have I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth, [Exeunt. SCENE IV. The same. The platform before the castle. Ham. What hour now? Hor. Mar. No, it is struck. I think it lacks of twelve. Hor. Indeed? I heard it not then it draws near the season Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk. [A flourish of trumpets, and ordnance shot off, within. What does this mean, my lord? Ham. The king doth wake to-night, and takes his rouse, Keeps wassail, and the swaggering up-spring reels; And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down, The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge. Hor. Ham. Ay, marry, is't: Is it a custom? But to my mind,-though I am native here, |