HAMLET.
Are you fair?
ORPHELIA.
What means your lordship?
HAMLET.
That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no
discourse to your beauty.
ORPHELIA.
Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?
HAMLET.
Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform
honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can
translate beauty into his likeness: this was sometime a paradox,
but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once.
ORPHELIA.
Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.
HAMLET.
You should not have believ'd me; for virtue cannot so
inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of it: I loved you
not.
