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I feel like every one of Polonius' lines are quotable and want to commit them all to memory! Here's one I could use on my own daughters one day when warning of the affectations of those treacherous young men:
POLONIUS
...
Do you believe [Hamlet's] 'tenders', as you call them?
OPHELIA
I do not know, my lord, what I should think.
POLONIUS
Marry, I will teach you; think yourself a baby
[cont.]
— 5 hours, 35 min ago
POLONIUS
...
Do you believe [Hamlet's] 'tenders', as you call them?
OPHELIA
I do not know, my lord, what I should think.
POLONIUS
Marry, I will teach you; think yourself a baby
[cont.]
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HAMLET
Ay, madam, [death] is common.
QUEEN GERTRUDE
If it be,
Why seems it so particular with thee?
HAMLET
'Seems', madam — nay it is, I know not 'seems'.
'Tis not alone my inky cloak, cold mother,
Nor customary suits of solemn black,
Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,
No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,
Nor the dejected haviour of the visage,
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— Aug 21, 2026 07:15AM
Ay, madam, [death] is common.
QUEEN GERTRUDE
If it be,
Why seems it so particular with thee?
HAMLET
'Seems', madam — nay it is, I know not 'seems'.
'Tis not alone my inky cloak, cold mother,
Nor customary suits of solemn black,
Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,
No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,
Nor the dejected haviour of the visage,
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Best not, doesn't Polonius end up getting fatality stabbed by Hamlet?
Jan-Maat wrote: "Best not, doesn't Polonius end up getting fatality stabbed by Hamlet?"😂 He sure does, Jan! Though, it's from behind a tapestry and Hamlet is unaware of exactly who he is stabbing! I'll have to keep the eavesdropping to a minimum, or find a more protective hiding spot 😁
Which are not sterling. Tender yourself more dearly
Or - not to crack the wind of the poor phrase,
Wronging it thus - you'll tender me a fool.
OPHELIA
My lord, he hath importuned me with love
In honourable fashion.
POLONIUS
Ay, 'fashion' you may call it. Go to, Go to.
OPHELIA
And hath given countenance to his speech, my lord,
With almost all the holy vows of heaven.
POLONIUS
Ay, springes to catch woodcocks - I do know
When the blood burns how prodigal the soul
Lends the tongue vows. These blazes, daughter,
Giving more light than heat, extinct in both
Even in their promise as it is a-making,
You must not take for fire. From this time
Be something scanter of your maiden presence;
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😂