To his unmaster'd importunity. Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister; Oph. I shall th' effect of this good lesson keep, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; Laer. I stay too long: O, fear me not. 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 thee! [Laying his hand on Laertes' head. And these few precepts in thy memory See thou charácter. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Beware But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy: And they in France of the best rank and station For loan oft loses both itself and friend; And it must follow, as the night the day, Laer. Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord. Oph. 'Tis in my memory lock'd, And you yourself shall keep the key of it. Laer. Farewell. Pol. What is't, Ophelia, he hath said to you? [Exit. 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, You do not understand yourself so clearly As it behoves my daughter and your honour. Oph. He hath, my lord, of late made many tenders Shakespeare. VI. 2 Pol. Affection! pooh! you speak like a green girl, Unsifted in such perilous circumstance. Do you believe his tenders, as you call them? Oph. My lord, he hath impórtun'd me with love Pol. Ay, fashion you may call't; 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 Lends the tongue vows: these blazes, daughter, Giving more light than heat, · extinct in both, Even in their promise, as it is a-making, your maiden presence; Set your entreatments at a higher rate Than a command to parley. For Lord Hamlet, I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth, As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. The same. The platform before the castle. Enter HAMLET, HORATIO, and Marcellus. 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, Keeps wassail, and the swaggering up-spring reels; And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down, The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge. Hor. Ham. Ay, marry, is't: Is it a custom? But to my mind, - though I am native here, And to the manner born, it is a custom More honour'd in the breach than the observance. Makes us traduc'd and tax'd of other nations: They clepe us drunkards, and with swinish phrase Soil our addition; and, indeed, it takes From our achievements, though perform'd at height, So, oft it chances in particular men, That, for some vicious mole of nature in them, By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason; that these men, Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, be they as pure as grace, As infinite as man may undergo Shall in the general censure take corruption To his own scandal. Hor. Look, my lord, it comes! Enter Ghost. Ham. Angels and ministers of grace defend us! Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet, Let me not burst in ignorance; but tell With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls? [Ghost beckons Hamlet. Hor. It beckons you to go away with it, As if it some impartment did desire То you alone. Mar. Look, with what courteous action It waves you to a more removèd ground: But do not go with it. Hor. No, by no means. |