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The chariest” maid is prodigal enough,
Oph. I shall the effect of this good lesson keep,
Laer. O fear me not. I stay too long;–But here my father comes.
Enter Polo NIUs.
A double blessing is a double grace;
* Most cautious. 9 Careless. “Regards not his own lessons. * Write.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
Laer. Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord.
Pol. The time invites you; go, your servants
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 LA ERTES.
* Palm of the hand. * Opinion. 5 Noble. "Chiefly. 7 Economy. 8 Infix. 9 Wait.
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 bounteouls : 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. Oph. He hath, my lord, of late, made many tenders Of his affection to me. Pol. Affection ? pub' 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. Pol. Marry, I'll teach you; think yourself a baby; 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, Wronging it thus,) you'll tender me a fool. Oph. My lord, he hath impórtun'd me with love, In honourable fashion.” 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,
* Untempted. * Manner.
When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul
Look to t, I charge you; come your ways.
Enter HAMLET, Ho RAt Io, and MARCELLUs.
Ham. The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.
* Company. * Longer line; a horse fastened by a string to a stake, is tethered. - 5 Pimps. • Implorers.
Hor. It is a nipping and an eager 7 air.
IIam. What hour now 2
Hor. I think, it lacks of twelve.
Mar. No, it is struck.
Hor. Indeed 2 I heard it not; it then draws near
the season, Wherein the spirit held is 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
Keeps wassel,” and the swaggering up-spring" reels;
Hor. Is it a custom 2
Ham. Ay, marry, is't: 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. This heavy-headed revel, east and west, 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, The pith and marrow of our attribute. So, oft it chances in particular men, That, for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth, (wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin,)
7 Sharp. * Jovial draught, 9 Jollity. "A dance. * Call.