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Once a day is all I ask that you recognise my... →
Hamlet
OPHELIA
My lord, I have remembrances of yours, That I have longed long to re-deliver; I pray you, now receive them.
HAMLET
No, not I; I never gave you aught.
OPHELIA
My honour'd lord, you know right well you did; And, with them, words of so sweet breath composed. 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. There, my lord.
HAMLET
Ha, ha! are you honest?
OPHELIA
My lord?
HAMLET
Are you fair?
OPHELIA
What means your lordship?
HAMLET
That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should, admit no discourse to your beauty.
OPHELIA
Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than, with honesty?
“Only you can make yourself happy.”
– Marcus Hormann
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