My necessaries are inbarked. I must aboard,
3.3467340I see Prince Hamlet makes a show of love.
3.4592341Beware, Ofelia, do not trust his vows.
3.5477342Perhaps he loves you now, and now his tongue
3.6496343Speaks from his heart, but yet take heed, my sister.
3.7499344The chariest maid is prodigal enough
3.8500345If she unmask her beauty to the moon.
3.9501346Virtue itself scapes not calumnious thoughts.
3.10347Believe't, Ofelia. Therefore keep aloof
Brother, to this I have lent attentive ear,
3.16511353Teach me the path and ready way to heaven
3.20514357And little recks how that his honor dies.
No, fear it not, my dear Ofelia.
3.22517359Here comes my father. Occasion smiles upon a second leave.
Yet here, Laertes? Aboard, aboard, for shame!
3.24521362The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,
3.25522363And you are stayed for. There, my blessing with thee,
3.27526365Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar;
3.28527366Those friends thou hast, and their adoptions tried,
3.29528367Grapple them to thee with a hoop of steel,
3.32370Beware of entrance into a quarrel, but, being in,
3.33532371Bear it that the opposèd may beware of thee.
3.34535372Costly thy apparel as thy purse can buy,
3.37538375And they of France of the chief rank and station
3.38539376Are of a most select and general chief in that.
3.39543377This above all, to thy own self be true,
3.41545379Thou canst not then be false to any one.
I humbly take my leave.--Farewell, Ofelia,
549382And remember well what I have said to
you.
It is already locked within my heart,
3.45552384And you yourself shall keep the key of it.
What is't, Ofelia, he hath said to you?
Something touching the prince Hamlet.
Marry, well thought on. 'Tis given me to understand
3.49558388That you have been too prodigal of your maiden presence
3.51390As so 'tis given to me, and that in way of caution--
3.52561391I must tell you, you do not understand yourself
3.53562392So well as befits my honor and your credit.
My lord, he hath made many tenders of his love
566394to me.
Tenders? Ay, ay, tenders you may call them.
And withal such earnest vows--
Springes to catch woodcocks.
3.58398What, do not I know when the blood doth burn
3.59582399How prodigal the tongue lends the heart vows?
3.60587400In brief, be more scanter of your maiden presence,
3.61575401Or, tend'ring thus, you'll tender me a fool.
I shall obey, my lord, in all I may.
Ofelia, receive none of his letters,
3.64602.2404For lovers' lines are snares to entrap the heart.
3.68601.1408"Great in their words, but little in their love.
I will, my lord.