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And they in France of the best Rank and Station,
Are most select and generous, chief in that.
Neither a borrower, nor a lender be ;
For Loan oft lofes both it self and Friend :
A 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.
Farewel; my blessing season this in thee.
Laer. Most humbly do I take my leave, my Lord. .
Pol. The time invites you, go, your Servants cend,
Laer. Farewel, Ophelia, and remember well
What I have said to you.
Oph. 'Tis in my Memory lockt,
And you your self shall keep the Key of it,
Pol. What is't, Ophelia, he 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 your felf
Have of your Audience been moit free and bounteous.
If it be lo, as so it is put on me,
And that in way of caution, I must tell you,
You do not understand your self fo clearly,
As it behooves 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. Aff:&ion! puh! you speak like a green Girl,
Unlifted 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 your self a Baby,
That you have ta’en his Tenders for true pay,
Which are not sterling. Tender your self more dearly,
Os not to crack the wind of the poor Phrase,
Roaming it thus, you'll tender me a Fool.
Oph. My Lord, he hath importun'd me with love,
In honourable fashion,
Pob. Ay, fashion you may call it : go to, go to,
Oph. And hath given Countenance to his Speech, my Lord,
With almost all the Vows of Heaven.
Pol. Ay, Springes to catch Woodcocks. I do know
When the Blood burds, how prodigal the Soul
Gives the Tongue vows; these blazes, Daughter,
Giving more light than hear, extinct in both,
Even in their Promise, as it is a making,
You must not take for Fire. For this time, Daughter,
Be somewhat scanter of your Maiden presence,
Set your Entreatments at a higher rate,
"Than a commard to Parley. For Lord Hamlet,
Believe so much in him, that he is young,
And with a larger tether may he walk,
Tban may be given you. In few, Ophelia,
Do pot believe his Vows; for they are Brokers,
Not of the Eye, which their Investments Thew,
But meer Implorators of unholy Suits,
Breathing like fan&tified and pious Bonds,
The better to beguile. This is for all:
I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth,'
Have you so Nander any moment leisure,
As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet:
Look to't, I charge you; come your way.
Oph. I shall obey my Lord.
[Exeunt. SCENE III. The Platform before the Palace.
Enter Himlet, Horatio, and Marcellus,
Hum. The Air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.
Hor. It is a nipping and an eager Air.
Ham. What hour now?
Hor. I think je lacks of twelve.
Mar. No, It has not struck.
Hor. I heard it not: Then it draws near the Season,
Wherein the Spirit held bis wont to walk.
[Noise of warlike Musick within. What does this mean, my Lord?
Ham. The King doth wake to Night, and takes his rowse, Keeps waffel, and the swaggering upspring reels, And as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down, The Kettle Drum and Trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his Pledge.
Hor. Is it a Cuftom?
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.
Hor. Look, my Lord, it comes.
Ham. Angels and Ministers of Grace defend us!
Be thou a Spirit of Health, or Goblic damnd,
Bring with thee Airs from Heav'n, or blasts from Hell,
Be thy Events wicked or charitable,
Thou con'st in such a questionable shape,
That I will speak to thee. I'll call thee Hamlet,
King, Father, Royal Dane: Oh! oh! answer me,
Let me not burst in Ignorance; but tell
Why thy Canoniz'd Bones hearsed in Death,
Have burst their Cearments? why the Supu!cher
Wherein we saw thee quietly Inurn'd,
Hath op'd his ponderous and marble Jaws,
To cast thee up again? What may this mean?
That thou dead Coarse again in compleat Steel,
Revisitst thus the glimpses of the Moon,
Making Night hideous? and we Fools of Nature,
So horridly to shake our Disposition,
With Thoughts beyond the reaches of our Souls;
Say, why is this? wherefore? what should we do?
[Ghost beckons Hamlet.
Hor. It beckons you to go away with it,
As if it some impartment did desire,
To you alone.
Mar. Look with what courteous A&tion
It wafts you to a more removed Ground:
But do not go with it.
Hor. No, by no means.
Ham. It will not speak; then will I follow it.
Hor. Do not, my Lord.
Ham. Why, what should be the fear?
I do not set my Life at a Pins fee;
And for my Soul, what can it do to that?
Being a thing immortal as it self.
It waves me forth again.-
I'll follow it
Hor. What if it tempt you toward the Flood, my Lord?
Or to the dreadful Summit of the Cliff,
That beetles o'er his base into the Sea,
And there assume some other horrible Form,
Which might deprive your Sovereignty of Reason,
And draw you into madness? think of it.
Ham. It wafts me ftill: Go on, I'll follow thee-
Mar. You shall not go, my Lord. .
Ham. Hold off your Hand.
Hor. Be rul'd, you shall not go.
Ham. My Fate cries out,
And makes each petty Artery in this Body,
As hardy as the Nemean Lion's Nerve:
Still am I called? Unhand me, Gentlemen---[Breaking from them.
By Heav'n l’il make a Ghost of him that letts me
I say away go on-I'll follow thee
[Exeunt Ghost and Hamlet.
Hor. He waxes desperate with Imagination.
Mar. Let's follow; 'is not fit thus to obey him.
Hor. Have after; to what issue will this come?
Mar. Something is rotten in the State of Denmark,
Hor. Heav'n will direct it.
Mar. Nay, let's follow him.
Enter Ghost and Hamlet.
Ham. Where wilt thou lead me? speak; I'll go no further.
Ghoft. Mark me.
Hum, I will.
Ghost. My hour is almost come,
When I to fulphurous and tormenting Flames
Must render up my self.
Ham. Alas poor Ghoft.
Ghost. Pity me not, buc lend thy serious hearing
To what I shall unfold.
Ham. Speak, I am bound to hear.
Ghoft. So art thou to Revenge, when thou shalt hear,
Ghost. I am thy Father's Spirit ;
Doom'd for a certain term to walk the Night,
And for the Day confin'd to fast in Fires;
'Till the foul Crimes done in my Days of Nature,
Are burnt and purg'd away. But that I am forbid
To tell the Secrets of my Prison-house;
I could a Tale unfold, whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy Soul, freeze thy young Blood,
Make thy two Eyes like Stars, start from their Spheres,
Thy knotry and combined Locks to part,
And each particular Hair to kand an end
Like Quills upon the fretful Porcupine:
But this eternal Blazon must not be
To ears of Flesh and Blood; list Hamlet! oh lif! ,
If thou didft ever thy dear Father love
Ham. Oh Heav'n!
Ghoft. Revenge his foul and most unnatural Murther.
Ghoft. Murther moft foul, as in the best it is;
But this moít foul, strange, and unnatural.
Ham. Haste me to know it, that I with Wings as swift
As Meditation, or the Thoughts of Love
May sweep to my Revenge.
Ghost. I find thee apt ;
And duller shouldst thou be than the fat Weed
That rots it self in ease on Lethe's Wharf,
Wouldīt thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear:
It's given out, that Sleeping in my Orchard,
A Serpent stung me. So the whole car of Denmark
Is by a forged Process of my Death
Rankly abus'd: But know, thou noble Youth,
The Serpent that did fting thy Father's Life,
Now wear's his Crown.
Ham, O my Popherick Soul; mine Uncle?
Ghoft. Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate Beaft,
With Witchcraft of his Wits, and traiterous Gifts,
Oh wicked Wit, and Gifts that have the Power
So to seduce! won to his shameful Luft
The Will of my most seeming virtuous Queen.
Oh Hamlet, what a falling off was there!
From me, whose Love was of that Dignity,
That it went hand in hand, even with the Vow
I made to her in Marriage; and to decline
Upon a Wretch, whose natural Gifts were poor
To those of mine ! But Virtue, as it never will be moved,
Though Lewdness court is in a Shape of Heav'n;