_Pol._ Yet here, Laertes! Aboard, aboard, for shame![303] 55 The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail, And you are stay'd for. There; my blessing with thee![304] And these few precepts in thy memory Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,[305] Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. 60 Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,[306] Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel,[307] But do not dull thy palm with entertainment[308] Of each new-hatch'd, unfledged comrade. Beware[309] 65 Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in, Bear't, that th' opposed may beware of thee.[310] Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice:[311] Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgement. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, 70 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.[312] Neither a borrower nor a lender be:[313] 75 For loan oft loses both itself and friend,[314] And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.[315] This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day,[316] Thou canst not then be false to any man. 80 Farewell: my blessing season this in thee![317] _Laer._ Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord.[318] _Pol._ The time invites you; go, your servants tend.[319] _Laer._ Farewell, Ophelia, and remember well What I have said to you. _Oph._ 'Tis in my memory lock'd,[320] 85 And you yourself shall keep the key of it. _Laer._ Farewell. [_Exit._[321] _Pol._ What is't, Ophelia, he hath said to you?[322] _Oph._ So please you, something touching the Lord Hamlet.[323] _Pol._ Marry, well bethought: 90 '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, 95 You do not understand yourself so clearly As it behoves my daughter and your honour. What is between you? give me up the truth.[324] _Oph._ He hath, my lord, of late made many tenders Of his affection to me. 100 _Pol._ Affection! pooh! you speak like a green girl,[325] Unsifted in such perilous circumstance.[326] Do you believe his tenders, as you call them? _Oph._ I do not know, my lord, what I should think.