Page 276 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

Good my lord, [90]
How does your honour for this many a day?

HAMLET
I humbly thank you, well.

OPHELIA
My lord, I have remembrances of yours
That I have longed long to redeliver.

I pray you now receive them.

HAMLET
No, not I. [95]
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 [100]
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
There, my lord.

HAMLET
Ha, ha! Are you honest?

OPHELIA
My lord?

HAMLET
Are you fair? [105]

OPHELIA
What means your lordship?

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