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Hamlet (Folio 1, 1623)
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156 The Tragedie of Hamlet.
480His greatnesse weigh'd, his will is not his owne;
482Hee may not, as vnuallued persons doe,
483Carue for himselfe; for, on his choyce depends
486Vnto the voyce and yeelding of that Body,
487Whereof he is the Head. Then if he sayes he loues you,
489As he in his peculiar Sect and force
490May giue his saying deed: which is no further,
491Then the maine voyce of Denmarke goes withall.
493If with too credent eare you list his Songs;
495To his vnmastred importunity.
496Feare it Ophelia, feare it my deare Sister,
499The chariest Maid is Prodigall enough,
502The Canker Galls, the Infants of the Spring
503Too oft before the buttons be disclos'd,
504And in the Morne and liquid dew of Youth,
509As watchmen to my heart: but good my Brother
511Shew me the steepe and thorny way to Heauen;
514And reaks not his owne reade.
515Laer. Oh, feare me not.
516 Enter Polonius.
517I stay too long; but here my Father comes:
518A double blessing is a double grace;
523And these few Precepts in thy memory,
524See thou Character. Giue thy thoughts no tongue,
525Nor any vnproportion'd thought his Act:
526Be thou familiar; but by no meanes vulgar:
527The friends thou hast, and their adoption tride,
528Grapple them to thy Soule, with hoopes of Steele:
529But doe not dull thy palme, with entertainment
530Of each vnhatch't, vnfledg'd Comrade. Beware
531Of entrance to a quarrell: but being in
532Bear't that th'opposed may beware of thee.
533Giue euery man thine eare; but few thy voyce:
536But not exprest in fancie; rich, not gawdie:
537For the Apparell oft proclaimes the man.
540Neither a borrower, nor a lender be;
542And borrowing duls the edge of Husbandry.
543This aboue all; to thine owne selfe be true:
544And it must follow, as the Night the Day,
549Laer. Farewell Ophelia, and remember well
550What I haue said to you.
551Ophe. Tis in my memory lockt,
556Polon. Marry, well bethought:
557Tis told me he hath very oft of late
558Giuen priuate time to you; and you your selfe
559Haue of your audience beene most free and bounteous.
561And that in way of caution: I must tell you,
563As it behoues my Daughter, and your Honour.
564What is betweene you, giue me vp the truth?
565Ophe. He hath my Lord of late, made many tenders
569Doe you beleeue his tenders, as you call them?
572That you haue tane his tenders for true pay,
574Or not to crack the winde of the poore Phrase,
575Roaming it thus, you'l tender me a foole.
576Ophe. My Lord, he hath importun'd me with loue,
577In honourable fashion.
580My Lord, with all the vowes of Heauen.
581Polon. I, Springes to catch Woodcocks. I doe know
582When the Bloud burnes, how Prodigall the Soule
583Giues the tongue vowes: these blazes, Daughter,
584Giuing more light then heate; extinct in both,
585Euen in their promise, as it is a making;
588Set your entreatments at a higher rate,
589Then a command to parley. For Lord Hamlet,
590Beleeue so much in him, that he is young,
591And with a larger tether may he walke,
592Then may be giuen you. In few, Ophelia,
593Doe not beleeue his vowes; for they are Broakers,
595But meere implorators of vnholy Sutes,
597The better to beguile. This is for all:
598I would not, in plaine tearmes, from this time forth,
600As to giue words or talke with the Lord Hamlet:
601Looke too't, I charge you; come your wayes.
603 Enter Hamlet, Horatio, Marcellus.
605Hor. It is a nipping and an eager ayre.
606Ham. What hower now?
607Hor. I thinke it lacks of twelue.
610Wherein the Spirit held his wont to walke.
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