If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight, All. Our duty to your honour. Ham. Your love, as mine to you: farewell. [Exeunt HORATIO, MARCELLUS, and BERNARDO. My father's spirit in arms! all is not well; I doubt some foul-play: would the night were come [Exit. SCENE III-A Room in POLONIUS' House. Enter LAERTES and OPHELIA. Laer. 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. Oph. Do you doubt that? Laer. For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favour, A violet in the youth of primy nature, No more. Oph. No more but so? Laer. Think it no more: For nature, crescent, does not grow alone In thews and bulk; but, as this temple waxes, Grows wide withal. Perhaps, he loves you now ; As he in his particular act and place May give his saying deed; which is no further Or lose your heart; or your chaste treasure open Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister; Oph. I shall the effect of this good lesson keep, Shew me the steep and thorny way to heaven ; Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, And recks not his own rede.18 Laer. O, fear me not. I stay too long:-but here my father comes. Enter POLONIUS. A double blessing is a double grace; Occasion smiles upon a second leave. Pol. Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for shame ; The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail, And you are stay'd for. There, my blessing with you! [Laying his hand on LAERTES' head. And these few precepts in thy memory See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee. But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy : For the apparel oft proclaims the man ; And they in France of the best rank and station Laer. Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord. Pol. The time invites you; go, your servants tend. Laer. Farewell, Ophelia ; and remember well What I have said to you. Oph. 'Tis in my memory lock'd, And you yourself shall keep the key of it. Laer. Farewell. [Exit. 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 that in way of caution), I must tell you, Oph. He hath, my lord, of late, made many tenders Pol. Affection? pooh! 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. Oph. My lord, he hath importun'd me with love Pol. Ay, fashion you may call it; go to, go to. Oph. And hath given countenance to his speech, my lord, With almost all the holy vows of heaven. Pol. Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do know, When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul Than a command to parley. For Lord Hamlet, And with a larger tether may he walk, Than may be given you: in few, Ophelia, Do not believe his vows; for they are brokers;— I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth, As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-The Platform. Enter HAMLET, HORATIO, and MARCELLUS. Ham. The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold. Ham. What hour now? Hor. Mar. No, it is struck. I think it lacks of twelve. Hor. Indeed? I heard it not; then it draws near the season, Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk. [A flourish of trumpets, and ordnance shot off, within. What does this mean, my lord? Ham. The king doth wake to-night, and takes his rouse, J |