_Oph._ My lord, I have remembrances of yours, That I have longed long to re-deliver;[1068] I pray you, now receive them. _Ham._ No, not I;[1069][1070] 95 I never gave you aught.[1070] _Oph._ My honour'd lord, you know right well you did;[1071] And with them words of so sweet breath composed As made the things more rich: their perfume lost,[1072] Take these again; for to the noble mind 100 Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. There, my lord. _Ham._ Ha, ha! are you honest? _Oph._ My lord?[1073] _Ham._ Are you fair? 105 _Oph._ What means your lordship? _Ham._ That if you be honest and fair, your honesty[1074][1075] should admit no discourse to your beauty.[1075] _Oph._ Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce[1076] than with honesty?[1077] 110 _Ham._ Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness: this was[1078] sometime a paradox, but now the time gives it proof. I[1079] did love you once. 115 _Oph._ Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so. _Ham._ You should not have believed me; for virtue cannot so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of it:[1080] I loved you not.[1081] _Oph._ I was the more deceived. 120 _Ham._ Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a[1082] breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest; but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious; with more offences at my beck than I have[1083] 125 thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape,[1084] or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do crawling between heaven and earth? We are arrant knaves[1085] all; believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery.[1086] Where's your father? 130 _Oph._ At home, my lord. _Ham._ Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may[1087] play the fool no where but in's own house. Farewell.[1087][1088] _Oph._ O, help him, you sweet heavens! _Ham._ If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for[1089] 135 thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go: farewell.[1090] Or, if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go; and quickly too. Farewell.[1091] 140 _Oph._ O heavenly powers, restore him![1092]