Laer. Q, fear me not. I stay too long;-But here my father comes. Enter POLONIUS. 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 your sail, And you are staid for: There, my blessings with [Laying his hand on LAERTES' head. you; And these few precepts in thy memory 530 Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. Bear it that the opposer may beware of thee. 540 Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy: And they in France, of the best rank and station, For loan oft loses both itself and friend; This above all,-To thine ownself be true; 550 And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. Laer. Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord. Pol. The time invites you; go, your servants tend. Laer. Farewel, Ophelia; and remember well What I have said to you. Oph. 'Tis in my memory lock'd, And you yourself shall keep the key of it. Laer. Farewel: [Exit LAERTES. 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 562 Have of your audience been most free and bounteous; If it be so (as so 'tis put on me, 570 And that in way of caution), I must tell you, 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. Pol. Marry, I'll teach you think yourself a baby; That you have ta'en these tenders for true pay, Which are not sterling. Tender yourself more dearly; Or (not to crack the wind of the poor phrase Wronging it thus), you'll tender me a fool. Oph. My lord, he hath importun'd me with love, In honourable fashion. Pol. Ay, fashion you may call it; go to, go to. 581 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, Not of that dye which their investments shew, The better to beguile. This is for all,— I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth, Ciij 599 As As to give words or talk with the lord Hamlet. Oph. I shall obey, my lord. SCENE IV. [Exeunt. The Platform. Enter HAMLET, HORATIO, and Ham. The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold. 610 Hor. Indeed? I heard it not: it then draws near the season, Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk. [Noise of musick within. What does this mean, my lord? Ham. The king doth wake to-night, and takes his rouse, Keeps wassel, 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. Is it a custom? Ham. Ay marry, is't: 621 But, to my mind,--though I am native here, More honour'd in the breach, than the observance.. This heavy-headed revel, east and west, Makes us traduc'd, and tax'd of other nations: They clepe us, drunkards, and with swinish phrase Soil our addition; and, indeed, it takes 631 From our atchievements, though perform'd at height, The pith and marrow of our attribute. So, oft it chances in particular men, That, for some vicious mole of nature in them, By the o'er-growth of some complexion, To his own scandal. Enter Ghost. Hor. Look, my lord, it comes! 650 Ham. Angels and ministers of grace defend us!— Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That |