and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in,
Bear it, that the opposer may beware of thee.
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice:
Take each man's censure,[75] but reserve thy judgment.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
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 most select and generous, chief in that.[76]
Neither a borrower nor a lender be:
For loan oft loses both itself and friend;
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.[77]
This above all,--To thine ownself be true;
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewell; my blessing season this in thee![78]

_Laer._ Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord.

[_Crosses to_ L.]

Farewell, Ophelia; and remember well
What I have said to you.

_Oph._ (_Crosses to_ LAERTES.) 'Tis in my memory lock'd,
And you yourself shall keep the key of it.[79]

_Laer._ Farewell.

[_Exit_ LAERTES, L.H.]

_Pol._ What is it, Ophelia, he hath said to you?

_Oph._ So please you, something touching the lord Hamlet.

_Pol._ Marry, well bethought:
'Tis told me, he hath very oft of late
Given private time to you;[80] and you yourself
Have of your audience been most free and bounteous:
If it be so (as so 'tis put on me,[81]
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[82] you? give me up the truth.

_Oph._ He hath, my lord, of late, made many tenders
Of his affection to me.

_Pol._ Affection! pooh! you speak like a green girl,
Unsifted[83] in such perilous circumstance.
Do you believe his tenders, as you call them?

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

_Pol._ 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, you'll tender me a fool.

_Oph._ My lord, he hath importun'd me with love
In honourable fashion.

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

_Oph._ And hath given countenance to his speech, my lord,
With almost all the holy vows of he