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Farewell: my blessing season this in thee.

Laertes

Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord.

Polonius

The time invites you; go, your servants tend.

Laertes

Farewell, Ophelia, and remember well

What I have said to you.

Ophelia

'Tis in my memory lock'd,

And you yourself shall keep the key of it.

Laertes

Farewell.

[Exit]

Polonius

What is't, Ophelia, he hath said to you?

Ophelia

So please you, something touching

                         the Lord Hamlet.

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.

Ophelia

He hath, my lord, of late made many tenders

Of his affection to me.

Polonius

Affection! Pooh! You speak like a green girl,

Unsifted in such perilous circumstance.

Do you believe his tenders, as you call them?

Ophelia

I do not know, my lord, what I should think.

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.

Ophelia

My lord, he hath importun'd me with love

In honourable fashion.

Polonius

Ay, fashion you may call it; go to, go to.

Ophelia

And hath given countenance to his speech, my lord,

With almost all the holy vows of heaven.

Polonius

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 fire. From this time

Be something scanter of your maiden presence;

Set your entreatments at a higher rate

Than a command to parley. For Lord Hamlet,