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Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,
Till thou applaud the deed.
Nay, speak thy mind; and let him ne'er speak more That speaks thy words again to do thee harm.
I pray you all,
If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight,
Queen. What shall I do?
Hamlet. Not this, by no means, that I bid
Or paddling in your neck with his damn'd fingers,
Be thou assur'd, if words be made of breath,
I well believe,
Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know;
Ay, so you serve us,
Till we serve you: but when you have our roses, You barely leave our thorns to prick ourselves, And mock us with our bareness.
Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain,
To his unmaster'd importunity.
Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister;
The shepherd's homely curds,
His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle,
When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Ah, what a life were this! how sweet, how lovely!
To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery?
By my christendom !
So I were out of prison, and kept sheep,
The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne,
Purple the sails, and so perfum'd, that
The winds were love-sick with them: the oars were
Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made
As amorous of their strokes.
Suppose, that you have seen,
The well-appointed King at Hampton pier
Do but think,
You stand upon the rivage, and behold
Your ships are not well mann'd:
I saw your brother,
Most provident in peril, bind himself
(Courage and hope both teaching him the practice)
I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves,
A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,
O, I have suffer'd
With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel,
Silence is only commendable
O, my Anthonio, I do know of these,
That therefore only are reputed wise,
The silence often of pure
Persuades, when speaking fails.
Whose edge is sharper than the sword; whose tongue
No might nor greatness in mortality
Can censure 'scape; back-wounding calumny
For slander lives upon succession;
Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou
So viperous slander,
Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter,
As level as the cannon to his blank,
Transports his poison'd shot,-may miss our name, And hit the woundless air.
The best way is, to slander Valentine
With falsehood, cowardice, and poor descent;
I'll devise some honest slanders
To stain my cousin with: One doth not know,
I will be hang'd, if some eternal villain,
Some cogging cozening slave, to get some office,
What have I done, that thou dar'st wag thy tongue In noise so rude against me?
I see, the jewel, best enamelled,
Will lose his beauty; and though gold 'bides still,
She hath abated me of half
my train ;
Look'd black upon me; Struck me with her tongue, Most serpent-like upon the very heart.
Let me see wherein
My tongue hath wrong'd him if it do him right, Then he hath wrong'd himself; if he be free, Why then, my taxing like a wild goose flies, Unclaim'd of any man.