When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul Lends the tongue vows: these blazes, daughter, Giving more light than heat,-extinct in both, Even in their promise, as it is a-making,— You must not take for fire. [From this time Be something scanter of your maiden presence; Set your entreatments2 at a higher rate Than a command to parley. For Lord Hamlet. Believe so much in him, that he is young, And with a larger tether may he walk Than may be given you: in few, Ophelia, Do not believe his vows; for they are brokers,3 Not of that dye which their investments1 show, But mere implorators of unholy suits, Breathing like sanctified and pious bonds, The better to beguile.] This is for all
[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 20 From our achievements, though perform❜d at
The pith and marrow of our attribute. So, oft it chances in particular men, That, for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth,-wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin,— By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason; Or by some habit, that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners;- that these men,-
Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, Being nature's livery, or fortune's star,— Their virtues else-be they as pure as grace, As infinite as man may undergo—
Shall in the general censure take corruption From that particular fault: the dram of eale Doth all the noble substance of a doubt To his own scandal.] Hor.
Look, my lord, it comes! Enter GHOST.
Ham. Angels and ministers of grace defend us!
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