Polonius Faith, no, as you may season it in the charge. You must not put another scandal on him, That he is open to incontinency — That's not my meaning. But breathe his faults so quaintly That they may seem the taints of liberty, The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind, A savageness in unreclaimèd blood, Of general assault. Read more about Act 2, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: "incontinency"
Horatio Oh, day and night, but this is wondrous strange. Hamlet And therefore as a stranger give it welcome. Read more about Act 1, Scene 5: Popup Note Index Item: "strange" and "stranger"
Hamlet Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio, And much offense too. Touching this vision here, It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you. Read more about Act 1, Scene 5: Popup Note Index Item: "by Saint Patrick"
Horatio Hillo, ho, ho, my lord! Hamlet Hillo, ho, ho, boy, come, bird come! Read more about Act 1, Scene 5: Popup Note Index Item: "Hillo"
Polonius You must not take for fire. From this time Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence; Set your entreatments 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 Not of that dye which their investments show, But mere implorators of unholy suits, Breathing like sanctified and pious bawds The better to beguile. This is for all — Read more about Act 1, Scene 3: Popup Note Index Item: "brokers"
Polonius Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do know 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 Read more about Act 1, Scene 3: Popup Note Index Item: "fire"
Ophelia My lord, he has importuned me with love In honorable fashion. Polonius Ay, ‘fashion’ – you may call it. Go to, go to. Read more about Act 1, Scene 3: Popup Note Index Item: "fashion"
Polonius 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 — not to crack the wind of the poor phrase Running it thus — you'll tender me a fool. Read more about Act 1, Scene 3: Popup Note Index Item: "crack the wind"
Polonius Affection? Pooh! You speak like a green girl Unsifted in such perilous circumstance. Do you believe his ‘tenders’, as you call them? Ophelia I do not know, my lord, what I should think. Polonius 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 — not to crack the wind of the poor phrase Running it thus — you'll tender me a fool. Read more about Act 1, Scene 3: Popup Note Index Item: "tender"
