' Hamlet '
OPHELIA: 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: I did love you once.
OPHELIA: Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.
HAMLET: You should not have believed me I loved you not.
OPHELIA: I was the more deceived.
HAMLET: Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? We are arrant knaves, all believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery.
OPHELIA: O, help him, you sweet heavens!
HAMLET: If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Or, if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool for wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them.
A Hair on the Head of John the Baptist
*I love you not.
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