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Ham. From top to toe?
Both. My Lord, from head to foot.
Ham. Then faw you not his face ?
Hor. Oh, yes, my Lord; he wore his beaver up.
Ham. What, look'd he frowningly?
Hor. A count'nance more in sorrow than in anger.
Ham. Pale, or red ?
Hor. Nay, very pale.
Ham. And fix'd his eyes upon you?
Hor. Molt constantly.
Ham. I would I had been there!
Hor. It would have much amaz'd you.
Ham. Very like. Staid it long?
Hor. While one with moderate halte might tell a

Both. Longer, longer.
Hor. Not when I faw't.

His beard was grillid ? no. Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life, A sable silver'd. Ham. I'll watch to-night; perchance 'twill walk

again. Her. I warrant you, it will.

Ham. If it assume my noble father's person,
I'll speak to it, tho'hell itself should gape,
And bid me hold my peace.

I pray you all,
If you have hitherto conceal'd this fight,
Let it be ten'ble in your filence ftill:
And whatsoever shall befal to-night,
Give it an understanding, but no tongue;
I will require your loves : fo fare


well. Upon the platform 'twixt eleven and twelve

I'll visit you.

All. Our duty to your Honour.

Exeunt. Ham. Your loves, as mine to you: farewel. My father's fpirit in arms! all is not well. I doubt some foul play: 'would the night were come! Till then sit still, iny soul: foul deeds will rise (Tho'all the earth o'erwhelm them) to men's eyes.


Vol. VIII.



S C Ε Ν Ε V.
Changes to an apartment in Polonius's house.

Enter Laertes and Ophelia.
Laer. My neceíTaries are imbark'd, farewel;
And, fister, as the winds give benefit,
And convoy is afiiftant, do not sleep,
But let me hear from you.

Oph. Do you doubt that?

Leer. For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favour, - Hold it a fashion and a toy in blood; " A violet in the youth of primy nature; “ Forward, not permanent; tho' sweet, not lasting; “ The perfume, and suppliance of a minute; No

Oph. No more but fo ?

Laer. Think it no more:
For nature crescerit does not grow alone
In thews and bulk; but, as this temple waxes,
The inward service of the mind and soul
Grows wide withal. Perhaps he loves you now;
And now no soil of cautel doth bermerch
The virtue of his will: but you must fear,
His greatness weigh'd, his will is not his own;
For he himself is subject to his birth.
He may not, as unvalued persons do,
Carve for himself; for on his choice depends
The fafety and the health of the whole state :
And therefore must his choice be circumscrib'd
Unto the voice and yielding * of that body
Thereof he's head. Then, if he says he loves you,
It fits your wisdom so far to believe it,
As he in his peculiar act and place
N12y give lis saying deed; which is no further,
Than the main roice of Denmark goes withal.
Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain,
If with too credent ear you lilt his songs ;
Or lote your heart; or your chale treasure open
To his unmatcr'd importunity.
Fear it, Ophelia ; fear it, my dear filer;

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And keep within the rear of your affection,
Out of the thot and danger of desire.
" The charielt maid is prodigal enough,
- If she unmask her beauty to the moon.
“ Virtue itself 'scapes not calamnious strokes;
• The canker galls the infants of the spring,
“ Too oft before their buttons be disclos'd;
And in the morn and liquid dew of youth

Contagious blaftments are most imminent.
Be wary then, best safety lies in fear ;
Youth to itself rebels, though none else ncar.

Oph. I shall th’eflects * of this good leffon keep, As watchmen to my heart. " But, good my brother, " Do not, as fome ungracious pastors do, “ Shew me the feep and thorny way to heav'n; " Whilst, he a past and reckless libertine, “ Himself the primrose path of dalliance trcads, " And rocks not his own reed to Laert. Oh, fear me not.

SCENE VI. Enter Polonius.
I stay too long ; -but here my father comes.
A double blessing is a double grace;
Occasion smiles upon a second leave.

Pol. Yet here, Laertes ! aboard, aboard for shame;
The wind fits in the shoulder of your fail,
And you are staid for. There, my blefling with you ;

[Laying his hand on Laertes's head. And these few precepts in thy memory See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, • Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. • Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar; • The friends thou hat, and their adoption try'd, • Grapple them to thy foul with hooks of leel. • But do not dull thy palm with entertainment • Of each new-hatch'd, unfedg'd comrade. Beware • Of entrance to a quarrel : but being in, • Bear't that the opposed may beware of thce. • Give ev'ry man thine car; but few thy voice. « Take each man's cenfure; but relerve thy judgment.

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Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not exprefs'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy:
For the apparel oft proclaims the man,
And they in France of the best rank and station
Are most fele& * and generous, chief in that.
Neither a borrower, nor a lender be:
For loan oft loses both itself and friend ;
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all, to thine own self be true;
And it must follow, as the light the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewel; my bleling season + this in thee!

Laert. Most humbly do I take my leave, my Lord.
Pol. The time invests you; go, your servants tend.

Laer. Farewel, Ophelia, and remember well
What I have said.

Oph. 'Tis in my mem'ry lock'd,
And you yourself thall keep the key of it.
Laer. Farewel.

[Exit Laer. Pol. What is't, Ophelia, he hath said to you? Oph. So please you, something touching the Lord

Hamlet. Pol. Marry, well bethought? 'Tis told me, he hath very oft of late Given private time to you; and you yourself Have of your audience been most free and bounteous, If it be so, (as so 'tis put on me, And thai in way of caution), I must tell you, You do not understand yourself so clearly, As it behoves my daughter, and your honour, What is between you ? give me up the truth.

Oph. He hath, my Lord, of late, made many tenders Of his affection to me.

Pol. Affection ! puh! you speak like a green girl, Unsifted † in such perilous circumstance. Do you believe his tenders, as you call them?

Oph. I do not know, my Lord, what I should think.

Pol. Marry, I'll teach you; think yourself a baby; That you have ta’en his tenders for true pay,

seleet, for elegant. of Jealing for infuse. unfifted, for uniried.

Which are not sterling. Tender yourself more dearly; Or (not to crack the wind of the poor phrase, Wringing it thus) you'll tender me a fool.

Oph. My Lord, he hath importun'd me with love, In honourable fashion.

Pol. Ay fashion you may call’t: go to, go to.

Oph. And hath giv'n count'nance to his speech, my With almost all the holy vows of heaven. [Lord,

Pol. 4y, springes to catch woodcocks. I do know,
When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul
Lends the tongue vows. These blazes, oh my daughter,
Giving more light than heat, extinét in both,
Ev’n in the promise as it is a-making,
You must not take for fire. From this time,
Be fomewhat fcanter of your maiden-presence,
Set your intraitments 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 he may walk,
Than may be given you. In few, Ophelia,
Do not believe his vows; for they are brokers,
Not of that dye which their inveitments shew,
But mere implorers of unholy suits,
Breathing like sanctified and pious bonds,
The better to beguile. This is for all:
I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth,

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moment's leisure,
As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet.
Look to't, I charge you, come your way.
Oph. I shall obey, my Lord.


Changes to the platform before the palacs.

Entor Hamlet, Horatio, and Marcellus.
Ham. The air bites fhrewdly; it is very cold.
Hor. It is a nipping and an eager air.
Ham. What hour now?
Hor. I think it lacks of twelve.
Mar. No, it is struck.
Hor. I heard it not: it then draws near the season,
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