When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul
Lends the tongue vows: these blazes, daughter,
Giving more light than heat,-extinct in both,
Even in their promise, as it is a-making,—
You must not take for fire. [From this time
Be something scanter of your maiden presence;
Set your entreatments2 at a higher rate
Than a command to parley. For Lord Hamlet,
Believe so much in him, that he is young,
And with a larger tether may he walk
Than may be given you: in few, Ophelia,
Do not believe his vows; for they are brokers,3
Not of that dye which their investments1 show,
But mere implorators of unholy suits,
Breathing like sanctified and pious bonds,
The better to beguile.] This is for all:
[This heavy-headed revel east and west Makes us traduc'd and tax'd of other nations: They clepe us drunkards, and with swinish phrase
Soil our addition; and, indeed, it takes 20 From our achievements, though perform'd at
The pith and marrow of our attribute.
So, oft it chances in particular men,
That, for some vicious mole of nature in them,
As, in their birth, wherein they are not guilty,
Since nature cannot choose his origin,—
By the o'ergrowth of some complexion,
Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason;
Or by some habit, that too much o'er-leavens
The form of plausive manners;- that these
Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect,
Being nature's livery, or fortune's star,—
Their virtues else-be they as pure as grace,
As infinite as man may undergo-
Shall in the general censure take corruption
From that particular fault: the dram of eale
Doth all the noble substance of a doubt
To his own scandal.]
Hor.
Look, my lord, it comes! Enter GHOST.
Ham. Angels and ministers of grace defend
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