As watchman to my heart: But, good my bro

ther,

Do not, as some ungracious pastors do.
Shew me the steep and thorny way to heaven;
Whilst, like a puff'd and reckless libertine,
Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,
And recks not his own read.

Leer. 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.

Pol. Yet here, Laeites! aboard, aboard, for

shame;

The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,
And you are staid for: There,

with you;

my blessing

[laying his hand on Laertes' head.

And these few piecepts in thy memory
Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no

tongue,

Nor any unproportion'd thought his act.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
The friends thou hast, and their adoption try'd,
Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Be-

ware

Of entrance to a quarrel; but, being in,
Bear it that the opposer may bewa e of thee.
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice:
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judg-

ment.

Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not exprefs'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy:
For the apparel oft proclaims the man;

And they in France, of the best rank and

Are of a

station,

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 ownself 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!
Laer. Most humbly do I take my leave, my

lord.

Pol. 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,

And you yourself shall keep the key of it.

Laer. Farewel

[Exit LAERTES.

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 bath 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.
Oph. He hath, my lord, of late made many
tenders

Of his affection to me.

Pol. Affection? puh! you speak like a green

girl,

Unfifted in such perilous circumstance.

Do you believe his tenders, as you call them? Oph. I do not know, my lord, what I shouldthink.

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,

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 fre. From this time,
Be somewhat 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 shew,
But mere implorators of unholy suits,

Breathing like sanctified and pious bonds,
The better to beguile. This is for all,

I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth,

Have you so slander any moment's leisure,
As to give words or talk with the lord Hamlet.
Look to't, I charge you; come your ways.
Oph. I shall obey, my lord.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

The Platform.

Enter HAMLET, HORATIO, and MARCELLUS.

Ham. The air bites shrewdly; it is very

Hor. It is a nipping and an eager air.

Ham. What hour now?

Hor. I think, it lacks of twelve.

Mar. No, it is struck.

Hor. Indeed? I heard it not; it then draws near the season,

Wherein the spirit held his 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 rouse,

Keeps wassel, and the swaggering, up-spring

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 custom?

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 observ

ance.

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 atchievements, 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,)

By the o'er-growth of some complexion,

Oft breaking down the pales and forts of rea

son;

Or by some habit, that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners;

men,

that these

Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect;
Being nature's livery, or fortune's star, --
Their virtues else (be they as pure as grace,
As infinite as man may undergo,)

Shall in the general censure take corruption
From that particular fault: The dram of base
Doth all the noble substance of worth dout,
To his own scandal.

Enter Ghost.

Hor. Look, my lord, it comes!

Ham. Angels and ministers of grace defend us!