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  • Title: Hamlet (Quarto 2, 1604)
  • Textual editor: Eric Rasmussen
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-434-9

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    Author: William Shakespeare
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    Hamlet (Quarto 2, 1604)

    Enter Laertes, and Ophelia his Si ster.
    Laer. My nece s s aries are inbarckt, farwell,
    And si ster, as the winds giue benefit
    And conuay, in a s si stant doe not sleepe
    465 But let me heere from you.
    Ophe. Doe you doubt that?
    Laer. For Hamlet, and the trifling of his fauour,
    Hold it a fa shion, and a toy in blood
    A Violet in the youth of primy nature,
    470 Forward, not permanent, sweete, not la sting,
    The perfume and suppliance of a minute
    No more.
    Ophe. No more but so.
    Laer. Thinke it no more.
    For nature cre s s ant does not growe alone
    475 In thewes and bulkes, but as this temple waxes
    The inward seruice of the minde and soule
    Growes wide withall, perhapes he loues you now,
    And now no soyle nor cautell doth besmirch
    The vertue of his will, but you mu st feare,
    His greatnes wayd, his will is not his owne,
    He may not as vnualewed persons doe,
    Carue for himselfe, for on his choise depends
    The safty and health of this whole state,
    485 And therefore mu st his choise be circumscribd
    Vnto the voyce and yeelding of that body
    Whereof he is the head, then if he saies he loues you,
    It fits your wisdome so farre to belieue it
    As he in his particuler act and place
    490 May giue his saying deede, which is no further
    Then the maine voyce of Denmarke goes withall.
    Then way what lo s s e your honor may su staine
    If with too credent eare you li st his songs
    Or loose your hart, or your cha st treasure open
    495 To his vnma stred importunity.
    Feare it Ophelia, feare it my deare si ster,
    And keepe you in the reare of your affection
    Out of the shot and danger of de sire,
    "The charie st maide is prodigall inough
    500 If she vnmaske her butie to the Moone
    "Vertue it selfe scapes not calumnious strokes
    "The canker gaules the infants of the spring
    Too oft before their buttons be disclos'd,
    And in the morne and liquid dewe of youth
    505 Contagious bla stments are mo st iminent,
    Be wary then, be st safety lies in feare,
    Youth to it selfe rebels, though non els neare.
    Ophe. I shall the effect of this good le s s on keepe
    As watchman to my hart, but good my brother
    510 Doe not as some vngracious pa stors doe,
    Showe me the stepe and thorny way to heauen
    Whiles a puft, and reckles libertine
    Himselfe the primrose path of dalience treads.
    And reakes not his owne reed. Enter Polonius.
    515 Laer. O feare me not,
    I stay too long, but heere my father comes
    A double ble s sing, is a double grace,
    Occa sion smiles vpon a second leaue.
    520 Pol. Yet heere Laertes? a bord, a bord for shame,
    The wind sits in the shoulder of your saile,
    And you are stayed for, there my ble s sing with thee,
    And these fewe precepts in thy memory
    Looke thou character, giue thy thoughts no tongue,
    525 Nor any vnproportion'd thought his act,
    Be thou familier, but by no meanes vulgar,
    Those friends thou ha st, and their a doption tried,
    Grapple them vnto thy soule with hoopes of steele,
    But doe not dull thy palme with entertainment
    530 Of each new hatcht vnfledgd courage, beware
    Of entrance to a quarrell, but being in,
    Bear't that th'opposed may beware of thee,
    Giue euery man thy eare, but fewe thy voyce,
    Take each mans censure, but reserue thy iudgement,
    535 Co stly thy habite as thy purse can by,
    But not expre st in fancy; rich not gaudy,
    For the apparrell oft proclaimes the man
    And they in Fraunce of the be st ranck and station,
    Or of a mo st select and generous, chiefe in that:
    540 Neither a borrower nor a lender boy,
    For loue oft looses both it selfe, and friend,
    And borrowing dulleth edge of husbandry;
    This aboue all, to thine owne selfe be true
    And it mu st followe as the night the day
    545 Thou can st not then be false to any man:
    Farwell, my ble s sing season this in thee.
    Laer. Mo st humbly doe I take my leaue my Lord.
    Pol. The time inue sts you goe, your seruants tend.
    Laer. Farwell Ophelia, and remember well
    550 What I haue sayd to you.
    Ophe. Tis in my memory lockt
    And you your selfe shall keepe the key of it.
    Laer. Farwell. Exit Laertes.
    Pol. What i st Ophelia he hath sayd to you?
    555 Ophe. So please you, something touching the Lord Hamlet.
    Pol. Marry well bethought
    Tis tolde me he hath very oft of late
    Giuen priuate time to you, and you your selfe
    Haue of your audience beene mo st free and bountious,
    560 If it be so, as so tis put on me,
    And that in way of caution, I mu st tell you,
    You doe not vnder stand your selfe so cleerely
    As it behooues my daughter, and your honor,
    What is betweene you giue me vp the truth,
    565 Ophe. He hath my Lord of late made many tenders
    Of his affection to me.
    Pol. Affection, puh, you speake like a greene girle
    Vn sifted in such perrilous circum stance,
    Doe you belieue his tenders as you call them?
    570 Ophe. I doe not knowe my Lord what I should thinke.
    Pol. Marry I will teach you, thinke your selfe a babie
    That you haue tane these tenders for true pay
    Which are not sterling, tender your selfe more dearely
    Or (not to crack the winde of the poore phrase
    575 Wrong it thus) you'l tender me a foole.
    Ophe. My Lord he hath importun'd me with loue
    In honorable fa shion.
    Pol. I, fa shion you may call it, go to, go to.
    Ophe. And hath giuen countenance to his speech
    580 My Lord, with almo st all the holy vowes of heauen.
    Pol. I, springs to catch wood-cockes, I doe knowe
    When the blood burnes, how prodigall the soule
    Lends the tongue vowes, these blazes daughter
    Giuing more light then heate, extinct in both
    585 Euen in their promise, as it is a making
    You mu st not take for fire, from this time
    Be something scanter of your maiden presence
    Set your intreatments at a higher rate
    Then a commaund to parle; for Lord Hamlet,
    590 Belieue so much in him that he is young,
    And with a larger tider may he walke
    Then may be giuen you: in fewe Ophelia,
    Doe not belieue his vowes, for they are brokers
    Not of that die which their inue stments showe
    595 But meere imploratotors of vnholy suites
    Breathing like sanctified and pious bonds
    The better to beguide: this is for all,
    I would not in plaine tearmes from this time foorth
    Haue you so slaunder any moment leasure
    600 As to giue words or talke with the Lord Hamlet,
    Looke too't I charge you, come your wayes.
    Ophe. I shall obey my Lord. Exeunt.