LAERTES.
Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord.
POLONIUS.
The time invites you; go, your servants tend.
LAERTES.
Farewell, Ophelia; and remember well
What I have said to you.
ORPHELIA.
'Tis in my memory lock'd,
And you yourself shall keep the key of it.
LAERTES.
Farewell.
[Exit.]
POLONIUS.
What is't, Ophelia, he hath said to you?
ORPHELIA.
So please you, something touching the Lord Hamlet.
POLONIUS.
Marry, well bethought:
'Tis told me he hath very oft of late
Given private time to you; and you yourself
Have of your audience been most free and bounteous;
If it be so, — as so 'tis put on me,
And that in way of caution, — I must tell you
You do not understand yourself so clearly
As it behooves my daughter and your honour.
What is between you? give me up the truth.
