Polonius:
Thou canst not then be false to any one.
Farewell, my blessing with thee.
Laertes:
I humbly take my leave. Farewell, Ophelia,
And remember well what I have said to you. [Exit]
Ophelia:
It is already locked within my heart,
And you yourself shall keep the key of it..
Polonius:
What is’t, Ophelia, he hath said to you?
Ophelia:
Something touching the Prince Hamlet.
Polonius:
Marry, well thought on. ‘Tis given me to understand
That you have been too prodigal of your maiden presence
Unto Prince Hamlet. If it be so–
As so ‘tis given to me–and in that way of caution,
I must tell you: you do not understand yourself
So well as befits my honor and your credit.
Ophelia:
My lord, he hath, made many tenders of his love
to me.
Polonius:
Tenders, I, I, tenders you may call them.
Ophelia:
And withall, such earnest vows.
Polonius:
Springes to catch woodcocks,
What, do not I know when the blood doth burn,
How prodigal the tongue lends the heart vows,
In brief, be more scanter of your maiden preference
Or tendering thus you’ll tender me a fool.
Ophelia:
I shall obey my lord in all I may.
Polonius:
Ophelia, receive none of his letters,
“ For lovers lines are snares to intrap the heart;
“ Refuse his tokens, both of them are keys
To unlock Chastity unto Desire;
Come in Ophelia, such men often prove,
“ Great in their words, but little in their love.
Ophelia:
I will my lord. [exeunt]
[Enter Hamlet, Horatio, and Marcellus]
Hamlet:
The air bites shrewd; it is an eager and
A nipping wind, what hour is it?
Horatio:
I think it lacks of twelve, [Sound Trumpets.]
Marcellus:
No, tis struck,