Soft you now, the fair Ophelia! Pretty lady, please remember me when you pray.
I humbly thank you. Well, well, well.
Good my lord, how does your honor for this many a day?
No, not I. I never gave you aught.
My lord, I have some mementos of yours that I have longed long to redeliver. Please take them
My lord, you know right well you did, and with them, words of so sweet breath composed as made the things more rich. Their perfume is gone now, so take them back. There, my lord.
Are you fair?
Ha, ha, are you honest?
What means your lordship?
That if you honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty
Ay, truly! since beauty’s power can more easily change a good girl into a whore than the power of goodness can change a beautiful girl into a virgin.
But could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?
I didn't love you. It is better if you get thee to a nunnery. Where's your father?
Let the doors be shut upon him. If you marry, I’ll give you this curse as your wedding present: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go.And farewell
At home, my lord
Heavenly powers, restore him!
I still believe that his madness was caused by unrequited love
Love? His affections do not that way tend. Nor what he spake, though it lacked form a little, was not like madness. There’s something in his soul o'er which his melancholy sits on brood. You have to watch them closely.