SCENE. – Elsinore.

                                                ACT I

                                              Scene III

                              Elsinore. A room in the house of Polonius.

Enter Laertes and Ophelia.

  LAERTES
My necessaries are embark'd. Farewell.
And, sister, as the winds give benefit
And convoy is assistant, do not sleep,
But let me hear from you.

  OPHELIA
Do you doubt that?

  LAERTES
For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favour,
Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood;
A violet in the youth of primy nature,
Forward, not permanent- sweet, not lasting;
The perfume and suppliance of a minute;
No more.