Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ophe. So please you, somthing touching the L. Lord Hamlet.
Polon. Polon.
Polon. Marry, well bethought:
Polon. Tis told me he hath very oft of late
Polon. Giuen priuate time to you; and you your selfe
Polon. Haue of your audience beene most free and bounteous.
Polon. If it be so, as so tis put on me;
Polon. And that in way of caution: I must tell you,
Polon. You doe not vnderstand your selfe so cleerely,
Polon. As it behoues my Daughter, and your Honour.
Polon. What is betweene you, giue me vp the truth?
Ophe. Ophe.
Ophe. He hath my Lord of late, made many tenders
Ophe. Of his affection to me.
Polon. Affection, puh. You speake like a greene Girle,
Polon. Vnsifted in such perillous Circumstance.
Polon. Doe you beleeue his tenders, as you call them?
Ophe. I do not know, my Lord, what I should thinke.