1 As of a man faithful and honourable.
2 My honourable lord, I will most humbly take my leave of you.
3 My lord, he hath importun'd me with love In honourable fashion.
4 What I have done That might your nature, honour, and exception Roughly awake, I here proclaim was madness.
5 As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true; And we did think it writ down in our duty To let you know of it.'
6 Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument, But greatly to find quarrel in a straw When honour's at the stake.
7 Ay marry is't; And to my mind, though I am native here, And to the manner born, it is a custom More honour'd in the breach than the observance.
8 Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain If with too credent ear you list his songs, Or lose your heart, or your chaste treasure open To his unmaster'd importunity.
9 But in my terms of honour I stand aloof, and will no reconcilement Till by some elder masters of known honour I have a voice and precedent of peace To keep my name ungor'd.
10 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.
11 My honour'd lord, you know right well you did, And with them words of so sweet breath compos'd As made the things more rich; their perfume lost, Take these again; for to the noble mind Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.