A Room in Polonius' House.
 Enter LAERTES and OPHELIA.

Laertes	My necessaries are embarked. Farewell.
	And, sister, as the winds give benefit
	And convoy is assistant, do not sleep,
	But let me hear from you.

Ophelia								Do you doubt that?

Laertes	For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favour,
	Hold it a fashion and a toy in blood,
	A violet in the youth of primy nature,
	Forward not permanent. sweet not lasting,
	The perfume and suppliance of a minute,
	No more.

Ophelia			No more but so?

Laertes								Think it no more.
	For nature crescent does not grow alone
	In thews and bulks, but as this temple waxes
	The inward service of the mind and soul
	Grows wide withal. Perhaps he loves you now,
	And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch
	The virtue of his will; but you must fear,
	His greatness weighed, his will is not his own,
	For he himself is subject to his birth;
	He may not, as unvalued persons do,
	Carve for himself, for on his choice depends
	The sanity and health of the whole state;
	And therefore must his choice be circumscribed
	Unto the voice and yielding of that body
	Whereof he is the 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
	May give his saying deed; which is no further
	Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal.
	Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain,
	If with too credent ear you list his songs,
	Or lose your heart, or your chaste treasure open
	To his unmastered importunity.
	Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister;
	And keep you in 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 the infants of the spring
	Too oft before their 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.

Ophelia	I shall th' effect of this good lesson keep
	As watchman to my heart. But, good my brother,
	Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,
	Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven
	Whiles, like a puffed and reckless libertine,
	Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads
	And recks not his own rede.

Laertes										O, fear me not.
	I stay too long.

                             Enter POLONIUS.

						But here my father comes.
	A double blessing is a double grace;
	Occasion smiles upon a second leave.

Polonius	Yet here, Laertes? Aboard, aboard, for shame!
	The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,
	And you are stayed for. There, my blessing with thee,
	And these few precepts in thy memory
	Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,
	Nor any unproportioned thought his act.
	Be thou familiar but by no means vulgar.
	The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
	Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel,
	But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
	Of each new-hatched unfledged courage. Beware
	Of entrance to a quarrel, but, being in,
	Bear't that th' opposd may beware of thee.
	Give every man thine ear but few thy voice.
	Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgement.
	Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
	But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy,
	For the apparel oft proclaims the man,
	And they in France of the best rank and station
	Are of all most select and generous chief in that.
	Neither a borrower nor a lender be,
	For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
	And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
	This above all - to thine own self be true,
	And it must follow, as the night the day,
	Thou canst not then be false to any man.
	Farewell; my blessing season this in thee!

Laertes	Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord.

Polonius	The time invites you. Go, your servants tend.

Laertes	Farewell, Ophelia, and remember well
	What I have said to you.

Ophelia								'Tis in my memory locked,
	And you yourself shall keep the key of it.

Laertes	Farewell.
												[Exit.
Polonius	What is't, Ophelia, he hath said to you?

Ophelia	So please you, something touching the Lord Hamlet.

Polonius	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.

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

Polonius	Affection! Pooh! - you speak like a green girl
	Unsifted in such perilous circumstance.
	Do you believe his 'tenders', as you call them?

Ophelia	I do not know, my lord, what I should think.

Polonius	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,
	Running it thus - you'll tender me a fool.

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

Polonius	Ay, fashion you may call it. Go to, go to.

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

Polonius	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,
	You must not take for fire. From this time
	Be something scanter of your maiden presence,
	Set your entreatments at a higher rate
	Than a command to parley. For Lord Hamlet,
	Believe so much in him, that he is young,
	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,
	Not of that dye which their investments show,
	But mere implorators of unholy suits,
	Breathing like sanctified and pious bawds
	The better to beguile. This is for all:
	I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth
	Have you so slander any moment leisure
	As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet.
	Look to't, I charge you. Come your ways.

Ophelia	I shall obey, my lord.
												[Exeunt.
