A Hair On The Head Of John The Baptist

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? 

HAMLET 

    Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner 
    transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the 
    force of honesty can translate beauty into his 
    likeness: this was sometime a paradox, but now the 
    time gives it proof. I did love you once. 

OPHELIA 

    Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so. 

HAMLET 

    You should not have believed me; for virtue cannot 
    so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of 
    it: I loved you not. 

OPHELIA 

    I was the more deceived. 

HAMLET 

    Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a 
    breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest; 
    but yet I could accuse me of such things that it 
    were better my mother had not borne me: I am very 
    proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at 
    my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, 
    imagination to give them shape, or time to act them 
    in. What should such fellows as I do crawling 
    between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves, 
    all; believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery. 
    Where's your father?