Social Studies

Trevin

1 December, 10:01

1. X: Then weigh what loss your honour may sustainIf with too credent ear you list his songs, Or lose your heart, or your chaste treasure openTo his unmast'red importunity. Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister, And keep you in the rear of your affection, Out of the shot and danger of desire. The chariest maid is prodigal enoughIf she unmask her beauty to the moon. Y: From this timeBe something scanter of your maiden presence. Set your entreatments at a higher rateThan a command to parley. For Lord Hamlet, Believe so much in him, that he is young, And with a larger tether may he walkThan may be given you. In few, Ophelia, Do not believe his vows; for they are brokers, Not of that dye which their investments show, But mere implorators of unholy suits, Breathing like sanctified and pious bawds, The better to beguile.