The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 8 of 9]Shakespeare, William
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The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 8 of 9]
Shakespeare, William
English drama
_Cor._ Yet here _Leartes_? aboord, aboord, for shame,
The winde sits in the shoulder of your saile,
And you are staid for, there my blessing with thee 25
And these few precepts in thy memory.
"Be thou familiar, but by no meanes vulgare;
"Those friends thou hast, and their adoptions tried,
"Graple them to thee with a hoope of steele,
"But do not dull the palme with entertaine, 30
"Of euery new vnfleg'd courage,
"Beware of entrance into a quarrell; but being in,
"Beare it that the opposed may beware of thee,
"Costly thy apparrell, as thy purse can buy.
"But not exprest in fashion, 35
"For the apparell oft proclaimes the man."
And they of _France_ of the chiefe rancke and station
Are of a most select and generall chiefe in that:
"This aboue all, to thy owne selfe be true,
And it must follow as the night the day, 40
Thou canst not then be false to any one,
Farewel, my blessing with thee.
_Lear._ I humbly take my leaue, farewell _Ofelia_,
And remember well what I haue said to you. _exit._
_Ofel._ It is already lock't within my hart, 45
And you your selfe shall keepe the key of it.
_Cor._ What i'st _Ofelia_ he hath saide to you?
_Ofel._ Somthing touching the prince _Hamlet_.
_Cor._ Mary wel thought on, t'is giuen me to vnderstand,
That you haue bin too prodigall of your maiden presence 50
Vnto Prince Hamlet, if it be so,
As so tis giuen to mee, and that in waie of caution
I must tell you; you do not vnderstand your selfe
So well as befits my honor, and your credite.
_Ofel._ My lord, he hath made many tenders of his loue 55
to me.
_Cor._ Tenders, I, I, tenders you may call them.
_Ofel._ And withall, such earnest vowes.
_Cor._ Springes to catch woodcocks,
What, do not I know when the blood doth burne, 60
How prodigall the tongue lends the heart vowes,
In briefe, be more scanter of your maiden presence,
Or tendring thus you'l tender mee a foole.
_Ofel._ I shall obay my lord in all I may.
_Cor._ _Ofelia_, receiue none of his letters, 65
"For louers lines are snares to intrap the heart;
"Refuse his tokens, both of them are keyes
To vnlocke Chastitie vnto Desire;
Come in _Ofelia_, such men often proue,
"Great in their wordes, but little in their loue." 70
_Ofel._ I will my lord. _exeunt._
[Sidenote: [SC. IV.]]
_Enter_ Hamlet, Horatio, _and_ Marcellus.
_Ham._ The ayre bites shrewd; it is an eager and
An nipping winde, what houre i'st?
_Hor._ I think it lacks of twelue. _Sound Trumpets._
_Mar._ No, t'is strucke.
_Hor._ Indeed I heard it not, what doth this mean my lord? 5
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