Act 1: Scene 3 Flashcards
For Hamlet and the trifling of his favor,
Hold it a fashion and a toy in blood,
Laertes to Ophelia
Perhaps he loves you now,
And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch
The virtue of his will, but you must fear.
His greatness weighed, his will is not his own,
For he himself is subject to his birth.
Laertes to Ophelia
Then weigh what loss your honor may sustain
Laertes to Ophelia
Be wary, then. Best safety lies in fear.
Laertes to Ophelia
But, good my brother,
Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,
Ophelia to Laertes
Be thou familiar but by no means vulgar.
Polonius to Laertes
Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in,
Bear ’t that th’ opposèd may beware of thee.
Polonius to Laertes
‘Tis in my memory locked,
And you yourself shall keep the key of it.
Ophelia to Laertes
you speak like a green girl,
Unsifted in such perilous circumstance.
Do you believe his “tenders,” as you call them?
Polonius to Ophelia
I do know,
When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul
Lends the tongue vows.
Polonius to Ophelia
Believe so much in him that he is young,
And with a larger tether may he walk
Than may be given you.
Polonius to Ophelia
I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth,
Have you so slander any moment leisure,
As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet.
Polonius to Ophelia