TPTT The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark: ACT I
Introduction
ACT I
SCENE I. Elsinore. A platform before the castle.
SCENE II. A room of state in the castle.
SCENE III. A room in Polonius' house.
SCENE IV. The platform.
SCENE V. Another part of the platform.
ACT II
ACT III
ACT IV
ACT V
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SCENE III. A room in Polonius' house.
Enter LAERTES and OPHELIA
LAERTES
      My necessaries are embark'd: farewell:
      And, sister, as the winds give benefit
      And convoy is assistant, do not sleep,
      But let me hear from you.
OPHELIA
5     Do you doubt that?
LAERTES
      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, sweet, not lasting,
10    The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.
OPHELIA
      No more but so?
LAERTES
      Think it no more;
      For nature, crescent, does not grow alone
      In thews and bulk, but, as this temple waxes,
15    The inward service of the mind and soul
      Grows wide withal. Perhaps he loves you now,
      And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch
      The virtue of his will: but you must fear,
      His greatness weigh'd, his will is not his own;
20    For he himself is subject to his birth:
      He may not, as unvalued persons do,
      Carve for himself; for on his choice depends
      The safety and health of this whole state;
      And therefore must his choice be circumscribed
25    Unto the voice and yielding of that body
      Whereof he is the head. Then if he says he loves you,
      It fits your wisdom so far to believe it
      As he in his particular act and place
      May give his saying deed; which is no further
30    Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal.
      Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain,
      If with too credent ear you list his songs,
      Or lose your heart, or your chaste treasure open
      To his unmaster'd importunity.
35    Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister,
      And keep you in the rear of your affection,
      Out of the shot and danger of desire.
      The chariest maid is prodigal enough,
      If she unmask her beauty to the moon:
40    Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes:
      The canker galls the infants of the spring,
      Too oft before their buttons be disclosed,
      And in the morn and liquid dew of youth
      Contagious blastments are most imminent.
45    Be wary then; best safety lies in fear:
      Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.
OPHELIA
      I shall the effect of this good lesson keep,
      As watchman to my heart. But, good my brother,
      Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,
50    Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven;
      Whiles, like a puff'd and reckless libertine,
      Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,
      And recks not his own rede.
LAERTES
      O, fear me not.
55    I stay too long: but here my father comes.

Enter POLONIUS

      A double blessing is a double grace,
      Occasion smiles upon a second leave.
LORD POLONIUS
      Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for shame!
      The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,
60    And you are stay'd for. There; my blessing with thee!
      And these few precepts in thy memory
      See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,
      Nor any unproportioned thought his act.
      Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
65    Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
      Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;
      But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
      Of each new-hatch'd, unfledged comrade. Beware
      Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in,
70    Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee.
      Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;
      Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
      Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
      But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
75    For the apparel oft proclaims the man,
      And they in France of the best rank and station
      Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
      Neither a borrower nor a lender be;
      For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
80    And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
      This above all: to thine ownself be true,
      And it must follow, as the night the day,
      Thou canst not then be false to any man.
      Farewell: my blessing season this in thee!
LAERTES
85    Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord.
LORD POLONIUS
      The time invites you; go; your servants tend.
LAERTES
      Farewell, Ophelia; and remember well
      What I have said to you.
OPHELIA
      'Tis in my memory lock'd,
90    And you yourself shall keep the key of it.
LAERTES
      Farewell.
Exit
LORD POLONIUS
      What is't, Ophelia, be hath said to you?
OPHELIA
      So please you, something touching the Lord Hamlet.
LORD POLONIUS
      Marry, well bethought:
95    '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 that in way of caution, I must tell you,
100   You do not understand yourself so clearly
      As it behoves my daughter and your honour.
      What is between you? give me up the truth.
OPHELIA
      He hath, my lord, of late made many tenders
      Of his affection to me.
LORD POLONIUS
105   Affection! pooh! you speak like a green girl,
      Unsifted in such perilous circumstance.
      Do you believe his tenders, as you call them?
OPHELIA
      I do not know, my lord, what I should think.
LORD POLONIUS
      Marry, I'll teach you: think yourself a baby;
110   That you have ta'en these tenders for true pay,
      Which are not sterling. Tender yourself more dearly;
      Or--not to crack the wind of the poor phrase,
      Running it thus--you'll tender me a fool.
OPHELIA
      My lord, he hath importuned me with love
115   In honourable fashion.
LORD POLONIUS
      Ay, fashion you may call it; go to, go to.
OPHELIA
      And hath given countenance to his speech, my lord,
      With almost all the holy vows of heaven.
LORD POLONIUS
      Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do know,
120   When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul
      Lends the tongue vows: these blazes, daughter,
      Giving more light than heat, extinct in both,
      Even in their promise, as it is a-making,
      You must not take for fire. From this time
125   Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence;
      Set your entreatments 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 may he walk
130   Than may be given you: in few, Ophelia,
      Do not believe his vows; for they are brokers,
      Not of that dye which their investments show,
      But mere implorators of unholy suits,
      Breathing like sanctified and pious bawds,
135   The better to beguile. This is for all:
      I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth,
      Have you so slander any moment leisure,
      As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet.
      Look to't, I charge you: come your ways.
OPHELIA
140   I shall obey, my lord.
Exeunt
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