Queen
I shall obey you.
And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish
That your good beauties be the happy cause
Of Hamlet’s wildness: so shall I hope your virtues
Will bring him to his wonted way again,
To both your honours.
Ophelia
Madam, I wish it may.
Exit Queen .
Polonius
Ophelia, walk you here. Gracious, so please you,
We will bestow ourselves. Read on this book;
That show of such an exercise may colour
Your loneliness. We are oft to blame in this—
’Tis too much proved—that with devotion’s visage
And pious action we do sugar o’er
The devil himself.
To Ophelia .
King
How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience!
The harlot’s cheek, beautied with plastering art,
Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it
Than is my deed to my most painted word:
O heavy burthen!