The Tragedy of Hamlet
545379Thou can
st not then be fal
se to any one,
546380Farewel, my ble
ssing with thee.
547381Lear. I humbly take my leaue, farewell
Ofelia, 549382And remember well what I haue
said to you.
exit. 551383Ofel. It is already lock't within my hart,
552384And you your
selfe
shall keepe the key of it.
554385Cor. What i'
st Ofelia he hath
saide to you?
555386Ofel. Somthing touching the prince
Hamlet. 556387Cor. Mary wel thought on, t'is giuen me to vnder
stand,
558388That you haue bin too prodigall of your maiden pre
sence
560389Vnto Prince Hamlet, if it be
so,
390As
so tis giuen to mee, and that in waie of caution
561391I mu
st tell you; you do not vnder
stand your
selfe
562392So well as be
fits my honor, and your credite.
565393Ofel. My lord, he hath made many tenders of his loue
569395Cor. Tenders, I, I, tenders you may call them.
580396Ofel. And withall,
such earne
st vowes.
581397Cor. Springes to catch woodcocks,
398What, do not I know when the blood doth burne,
582399How prodigall the tongue lends the heart vowes,
587400In briefe, be more
scanter of your maiden pre
sence,
575401Or tendring thus you'l tender mee a foole.
602402Ofel. I
shall obay my lord in all I may.
602.1403Cor. Ofelia, receiue none of his letters,
602.2404"For louers lines are
snares to intrap the heart;
602.3405"Refu
se his tokens, both of them are keyes
602.4406To vnlocke Cha
stitie vnto De
sire;
601407Come in
Ofelia, such men often proue,
601.1408"Great in their wordes, but little in their loue.
409Ofel. I will my lord.
exeunt. 603410 Enter Hamlet, Horatio, and Marcellus. 604411Ham. The ayre bites
shrewd; it is an eager and
605412An nipping winde, what houre i'
st?
607413Hor. I think it lacks of twelue,
Sound Trumpets. Hora.