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 bonds, The better to [beguile]. This is for all: I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth Have you so slander any moment leisure As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet. Look to’t, I charge you. Come your ways.
