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Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth;
And thus do we of wisdom and of reach,
With windlasses and with assays of bias, [65]
By indirections find directions out.

So by my former lecture and advice
Shall you my son. You have me, have you not?

REYNALDO
My lord, I have.

POLONIUS
God buy ye, fare ye well.

REYNALDO
Good my lord. [70]

POLONIUS
Observe his inclination in yourself.

REYNALDO

I shall, my lord.

POLONIUS

And let him ply his music.

REYNALDO
Well, my lord.
Exit.

Enter Ophelia.

POLONIUS
Farewell. How now, Ophelia, what’s the matter?

OPHELIA
O my lord, my lord, I have been so affrighted. [75]