Hamlet Page #5
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but no tongue.
I will requite your loves.
So, fare you well.
Upon the platform, 'twixt
eleven and twelve, I'll visit you.
ALL:
Our duty to your honour.My father's spirit in arms!
All is not well.
I doubt some foul play.
Would the night were come!
Till then sit still, my soul.
Foul deeds will rise,
though all the earth o'erwhelm them,
to men's eyes.
My necessaries are embark'd.
Farewell.
And, sister,
as the winds give benefit
and as convoy is assistant,
do not sleep,
but let me hear from you.
Do you doubt that?
For Hamlet and the trifling
of his favour,
hold it a fashion
and a toy in blood,
a violet
Forward, not permanent,
sweet, not lasting.
The perfume and suppliance
of a minute - no more.
No more but so? Think it no more.
Perhaps he loves you now,
and now no soil nor cautel
doth besmirch
the virtue of his will.
But you must fear,
his greatness weigh'd,
his will is not his own.
For he himself
is subject to his birth.
He may not,
carve for himself,
for on his choice depends
the safety and the health
of this 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.
DISTANT THUMP:
Or lose your heart,
To his unmaster'd 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.
Be wary, then.
Best safety lies in fear.
Youth to itself rebels,
though none else near.
I shall the 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 puff'd and reckless
libertine,
himself the primrose path
of dalliance treads,
and recks not his own rede.
O, fear me not.
I stay too long,
but here my father comes.
A double blessing is a double grace,
occasion smiles upon a second leave.
Yet here, Laertes!
Aboard, aboard, for shame!
The wind sits in the shoulder of
your sail, and you are stay'd for.
There, my blessing with thee!
And these few precepts
in thy memory
see thou character.
Give thy thoughts no tongue,
nor any unproportioned thought
his act.
Be thou familiar,
but by no means vulgar.
Those friends thou hast,
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