ORPHELIA.
I was the more deceived.
HAMLET.
Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a breeder of
sinners? I am myself indifferent honest; but yet I could accuse
me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me:
I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious; with more offences at my
beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give
them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I
do crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves, all;
believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery. Where's your
father?
ORPHELIA.
At home, my lord.
HAMLET.
Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool
nowhere but in's own house. Farewell.
ORPHELIA.
O, help him, you sweet heavens!
