fare you well:
Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve,
I'll visit you.

_Hor._ (R.) Our duty to your honour.

_Ham._ Your loves, as mine to you: Farewell.

[_Exeunt_ HORATIO, MARCELLUS, _and_ BERNARDO, R.H.]

My father's spirit in arms! all is not well;
I doubt some foul play: 'would the night were come;
Till then sit still, my soul: Foul deeds will rise,
Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.
[_Exit_, L.H.]

SCENE III.--A ROOM IN POLONIUS'S HOUSE.

_Enter_ LAERTES _and_ OPHELIA (R.H.)

_Laer._ (L.C.) My necessaries are embarked: farewell:
And, sister, as the winds give benefit,[65]
Let me hear from you.

_Oph._ (R.C.) Do you doubt that?

_Laer._ For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favour,[66]
Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood;
A violet in the youth of primy nature,
Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,
The perfume and suppliance of a minute.[67]

_Oph._ No more but so?

_Laer._ He may not, as unvalued persons do,
Carve for himself; for on his choice depends
The safety and the health of the whole state.
Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain,
If with too credent ear you list his songs.
Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister;
And keep within the rear of your affection,[68]
Out of the shot and danger of desire.
The chariest maid[69] is prodigal enough,
If she unmask her beauty to the moon:
Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes:
Be wary, then; best safety lies in fear:
Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.

_Oph._ I shall the effect of this good lesson keep,
As watchman to my heart. But, good my brother,
Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,
Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven
Whilst, like a puff'd and reckless libertine,[70]
Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,
And recks not his own read.[71]

_Laer._ O, fear me not.
I stay too long;--but here my father comes.

_Enter_ POLONIUS (L.H.)

_Pol._ Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for shame!
The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,[72]
And you are staid for. There,--my blessing with you!

[_Laying his hand on_ LAERTES' _head_.]

And these few precepts in thy memory--
Look thou character.[73] Give thy thoughts no tongue,
Nor any unproportion'd thought[74] his act.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
The friends thou hast,