And these few precepts in thy memory Look thou character.1 Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportion'd thought his act: Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar : Bear it, that the opposed may beware of thee: Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judg ment: Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man; And they in France, of the best rank and station, For loan oft loses both itself and friend; Inscribe. ? Opinion. 3 Note, estimation. Po. The time invites you: go; your servants tend. Laer. Farewell, Ophelia; and remember well What I have said to you. Oph. 'Tis in my memory lock'd, [Exit Laertes. And you yourself shall keep the key of it. Laer. Farewell. Po. What is 't, Ophelia, he hath said to you? Oph. So please you, something touching the lord Hamlet. Po. 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: And that in way of caution) I must tell you, Of his affection to me. Po. Affection? puh! you speak like a green girl, Unsifted in such perilous circumstance. Do you believe his tenders, as you call them? think. Inexperienced. Po. Marry, I'll teach you: think yourself a baby; That have ta'en these tenders for true pay, you Which are not sterling. Tender yourself more dearly; Or (not to crack the wind of the poor phrase, Oph. My lord, he hath importuned me with love In honorable fashion. Po. 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. Po. Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do know, 1 When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul But mere implorators 1 of unholy suits, I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth, [Exeunt. SCENE IV. The platform. Enter HAMLET, HORATIO, and MARCELLUS. Ham. The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold. Ho. It is a nipping and an eager 2 air. Ham. What hour now? Ho. Mar. No, it is struck. I think, it lacks of twelve. Ho. Indeed? I heard it not: it then draws near the season, Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk. [a florish of trumpets and ordnance shot off within. What does this mean, my lord? Ham. The king doth wake to-night, and takes his rouse,3 4 Keeps wassel, and the swaggering up-spring 5 reels; 2 Keen. 3 Jovial draught. 5 A dance. 1 Implorers. And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down, Ho. Ham. Ay, marry, is 't: Is it a custom ? But to my mind,—though I am native here, More honor'd in the breach than the observance. This heavy-headed-revel, east and west, Makes us traduced, and tax'd of other nations: From our achievements, though perform'd at height, That, for some vicious mole of nature in them, Shall in the general censure take corruption |