Act 1, Scene 3

SCENE III. A room in Polonius' house.

    Enter LAERTES and OPHELIA

LAERTES

    My necessaries are embark'd: 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,

       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

      Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister,

    And keep you in the rear of your affection,

    Be wary then; best safety lies in fear:

    Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.

OPHELIA

    I shall the effect of this good lesson keep,

LAERTES

    O, fear me not.

    I stay too long: but here my father comes.

    Enter POLONIUS

    A double blessing is a double grace,

    Occasion smiles upon a second leave.

LORD POLONIUS

    Of each new-hatch'd, unfledged comrade. Beware

    Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in,

    Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee.

    This above all: to thine ownself be true, !

LAERTES

    Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord.

LAERTES

    Farewell, Ophelia; and remember well

    What I have said to you.

LAERTES

    Farewell.

    Exit

LORD POLONIUS

    What is't, Ophelia, be hath said to you?

OPHELIA

    So please you, something touching the Lord Hamlet.

LORD POLONIUS

    '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:

    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

LORD POLONIUS

    Do you believe his tenders, as you call them?

OPHELIA

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

LORD POLONIUS

    Marry, I'll teach you:

OPHELIA

    My lord, he hath importuned me with love

    In honourable fashion.

    And hath given countenance to his speech, my lord,

    With almost all the holy vows of heaven.

LORD POLONIUS

    You must not take for fire. From this time

    Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence;

    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