Laer.
My necessaries are embark'd ^note: farewell:
And, sister, as the winds give benefit
And convoy is assistant ^note, do not sleep ^note,
But let me hear from you.

Oph.
Do you doubt that?

Laer.
For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favour ^note,
Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood,
A violet in the youth of primy ^{note note} nature,
Forward ^note, not permanent, sweet, not ^note lasting,

The perfume and ^note suppliance ^note of a minute; ^note
No more. ^note

Oph.
No more but so? ^note

Laer.
Think it no more ^note:
For nature crescent ^note does not grow alone
In thews and bulk ^note; but, as this ^note temple waxes,
The inward service of the mind and ^note soul
Grows wide withal. Perhaps he loves you now;
And now no soil nor ^note cautel doth besmirch
The virtue of his will ^note: but you must fear, ^note
His greatness weigh'd ^note, his will is not his own;
For he himself is subject to his birth: ^note
He may not, as unvalued ^note persons do,
Carve for ^note himself, for on his choice depends
The safety ^note and health ^note of this ^note whole ^note state,
And therefore must his choice be circumscribed
Unto the voice and yielding of that body
Whereof he is the ^note 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 ^note
May give his saying deed; which is no further
Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal.

Then weigh ^note what ^note loss your honour may sustain,
If with too ^note credent ear you list his songs,
Or lose ^note your heart, or your chaste treasure open
To his unmaster'd ^note importunity.
Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister,
And keep you in ^note 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:
Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes:
The canker galls ^note the infants ^note of the spring
Too oft before their ^note buttons be disclosed,
And in the morn and liquid dew of youth
Contagious blastments are most imminent.
Be wary then; best safety lies in fear:
Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.

Oph.
I shall the effect ^note of this good lesson keep,
As watchman ^note to ^note my ^note heart. But, good my brother,
Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,
Show me the steep ^note and thorny way to heaven ^note,
Whilst, like a ^note puff'd and reckless ^{note note} libertine,
Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads ^note
And recks ^note not his ^note own rede ^note.

Laer.
O, fear me not. ^note
I stay too long: but here my father comes.

Enter Polonius. ^{note note}
A double blessing is a double grace;
Occasion smiles upon a second leave.

Pol.
Yet here, Laertes! Aboard, aboard ^note, for shame!
The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail, ^note
And you are stay'd ^note for. There; my ^note blessing with thee ^note!
And these few precepts in thy memory
Look ^note thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,
Nor any unproportion'd thought his act.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
Those ^note friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to ^note thy soul with hoops ^note of steel,
But do not dull ^note thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatch'd ^note, unfledged comrade ^note. Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in,
Bear't, that th' opposed ^note may beware of thee.
Give every man thy ear ^note, but few thy voice:
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgement.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
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
Are of a most select and generous chief in that. ^note
Neither a borrower nor a lender be ^note:
For loan ^note oft loses ^note both itself and friend,

And ^note borrowing dulls the edge ^note of husbandry.
This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night ^note the day ^note,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewell: my blessing season this in thee! ^note

Laer.
Most humbly do I ^note take my leave, my lord.

Pol.
The time invites ^note you; go, your servants tend.

Laer.
Farewell, Ophelia, and remember well
What I have said to you ^note.

Oph.
'Tis in ^note my memory lock'd,
And you yourself shall keep the key of it.

Laer.
Farewell. [Exit. ^note

Pol.
What is't, Ophelia, he hath ^note said to you?

Oph.
So please you, something touching the Lord ^note 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,
You do not understand yourself so clearly
As it behoves my daughter and your honour.
What is between you? give me up the truth. ^note

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

Pol.
Affection! pooh! ^note you speak like a green girl,
Unsifted ^note 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 ^note teach you: think yourself a baby,
That you have ta'en these ^note tenders for true pay,
Which are not sterling ^note. Tender yourself more dearly;
Or—not to crack the wind of the poor phrase,
Running ^note it thus—you'll tender me a fool.

Oph.
My lord, he hath importuned me with love
In honourable fashion.

Pol.
Ay, fashion you may call it ^note; go to, go to.

Oph.
And hath given countenance to his ^note speech, my lord,
With almost all the holy ^note vows of heaven ^note.

Pol.
Ay, springes ^note to catch woodcocks. I do know,
When the blood burns, how prodigal ^note the soul
Lends ^note the tongue vows: these blazes, daughter ^note,
Giving more light than heat, extinct in both ^note,
Even in their ^note promise, as it is a-making,
You must not take ^note for fire. From this time ^note
Be something ^note scanter of your ^note maiden presence;
Set your entreatments ^note at a higher rate
Than a command to parley ^note. For Lord Hamlet,
Believe so much in him, that he is young,
And with a larger tether ^note may he ^note walk

Than may be given you: in few, Ophelia,
Do not believe his vows; for they are brokers,
Not of that dye ^note which their investments show,
But mere ^note implorators ^note of unholy suits,
Breathing like sanctified and pious bawds ^note,
The better to beguile ^note. This is for all:
I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth,
Have you so slander ^note any moment ^note leisure,
As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet.
Look to't, I charge you: come ^note your ways ^note.

Oph.
I shall obey, my lord ^note. [Exeunt. ^note

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