That makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely, The pangs of dispriz’d love, the law’s delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover’d country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment, With this regard their currents turn awry And lose the name of action. Soft you now, The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remember’d. 

 OPHELIA. Good my lord, How does your honour for this many a day? 

 HAMLET. I humbly thank you; well, well, well. 

 OPHELIA. My lord, I have remembrances of yours That I have longed long to re-deliver. I pray you, now receive them. 

 HAMLET. No, not I. I never gave you aught. 

 OPHELIA. My honour’d lord, you know right well you did, And with them words of so sweet breath compos’d As made the things more rich; their perfume lost, Take these again; for to the noble mind Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. There, my lord. 

 HAMLET. Ha, ha! Are you honest? 

 OPHELIA. My lord? 

 HAMLET. Are you fair? 

 OPHELIA. What means your lordship? 

 HAMLET. That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty. 

 OPHELIA. Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty? 

 HAMLET. 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 sometime a paradox, but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once. 

 OPHELIA. Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so. 

 HAMLET. You should not have 

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