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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:33:02 GMT
A double blessing is a double grace,
Occasion smiles upon a second leave.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:33:17 GMT
LORD POLONIUS
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, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
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.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
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
Are of a 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!
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:33:28 GMT
LAERTES
Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:34:16 GMT
LORD POLONIUS
The time invites you; go; your servants tend.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:34:26 GMT
LAERTES
Farewell, Ophelia; and remember well
What I have said to you.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:34:40 GMT
OPHELIA
'Tis in my memory lock'd,
And you yourself shall keep the key of it.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:34:59 GMT
LAERTES
Farewell.
Exit
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:35:33 GMT
LORD POLONIUS
What is't, Ophelia, be hath said to you?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:35:45 GMT
OPHELIA
So please you, something touching the Lord Hamlet.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:35:56 GMT
LORD POLONIUS
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:
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.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:36:10 GMT
OPHELIA
He hath, my lord, of late made many tenders
Of his affection to me.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:36:21 GMT
LORD POLONIUS
Affection! pooh! you speak like a green girl,
Unsifted in such perilous circumstance.
Do you believe his tenders, as you call them?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:36:32 GMT
OPHELIA
I do not know, my lord, what I should think.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:36:42 GMT
LORD POLONIUS
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,
Running it thus--you'll tender me a fool.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 16:36:53 GMT
OPHELIA
My lord, he hath importuned me with love
In honourable fashion.
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