What are thou that usurp'st this time of night, together with that fair and warlike form in which the majesty of buried denmark Did sometimes march? By heaven I charge thee speak!
Laertes warns ophelia not to date Hamlet
A little more kin and less then kind
Ophelia gets shamed by father
My fathers spirit- in arms! all is not well. I doubt some foul play. Would the night were come! Till then, sit still, my soul. Foul deeds will rise, through all the earth overwhelm them, to mens eyes.
For hamlet, and the trifling of his favor, Hold it a fashion and a toy in blood. A violet in the youth of primary nature, forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting, The purfume and suppliance of a minute, no more.
Marry, I will teach you, Think yourself a baby that you have taken these tenders for true pay. Which are not sterling. Tender yourself more dearly, or you'll tender me a fool
Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing to what hall unfold