Act One Scene Three
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Scene Three
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“What
is it, Ophelia, he hath said to you?” Polonius looked to Ophelia. “So please
you, something touching the Prince?”
“Something
about the young Hamlet.” Ophelia nodded.
“Marry,
well be the thought. He told me he hath very oft of late, given private time to
you, and you have of your audience been most free and bounteous.” Polonius had
seen Ophelia taking glances at the Prince.
“If
it is so as so ’tis put on me— And that in way of caution—I must tell you, you
do not understand yourself so clearly as it behooves my daughter and your
honor.”
“What
is between you? Give me up the truth.” The Great Chamberlain voiced out. “I’ve
been told that recently Hamlet’s spent a lot of time with you in private and
that you’ve been very open to his visits. If what I’ve been told is
true—and they’re only telling me this to warn me—then I must say, you’re not
acting in a way a daughter of mine should. You endanger your honor. What’s
going on between you two? Tell me the truth.”
“He
hath, my lord, of late made many tenders of his affection to me.” Ophelia
parleyed her words to draw what was the father’s mind.
‘Affection!
Pooh, you speak like a green girl. You are unsifted in such perilous
circumstances. Do you believe his “tenders,” as you call them?” The father
conveyed his concern to the daughter. “Do you believe his “offers,” as you call
them?”
“I
do not know, my lord, what I should think.”
“Be
it marry or none. I’ll teach you. Think yourself a baby that you have taken
these tenders for true pay which is not sterling. Tender yourself more
dearly or—not to crack the wind of the poor phrase. Running it thus—you’ll
tender me a fool.” The elderly man searched for words. “Give yourself more
respect, or—not to beat this phrase to death, continuing like this—you’ll
“offer” me the chance to look like a fool.”
“My
father, he hath importuned me with love in an honorable fashion.”
“Ay,
“fashion” you may call it. Go to, go to. That’s the right word for it. Come on
now.
“And
hath given countenance to his speech, my lord, with almost all the holy vows of
heaven.” Ophelia played her words for the elderly man. “And he’s backed up his
words of love with nearly every holy vow.”
“Aye,
springes to catch woodcocks. I do know them well.” Polonius looked to his
youth. “When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul lends the tongue
vows. These blazes, daughter of mine give more light than heat, extinct in
both even in their promise as it is a-making,”
“You
must not take for fire. From this timeBe somewhat scanter of your maiden
presence.Set your entreatments at a higher rate than a command to parley.
Prince Hamlet, believe so much in himself that he is young,”
“Ophelia, do not believe his vows, for they are brokers
not of that dye which their investments show, but mere implorators of unholy
suits,” Polonius searched for more reasoning. “Breathing like sanctified and
pious bawds, the better to beguile. This is for all: I would not, in plain
terms, from this time forth. Have you so slander any moment leisure, ss to give
words or talk with the Prince.”
Ophelia
shook her head; disbelieving that with the King dead, the Prince was seen as an
outcast.
“To
summarize: from now on, don’t waste even another moment of your time. Do not
talk with Hamlet. Do as I say, I order you. Now come with me.” Polonius
looked at the lady.
What
did turn her father to rebel against the Prince then? It was the pondering
thoughts of the ladt.
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