LAERTES: My things are on board now. Farewell.
And sister, as long as the winds blow and the ships can sail, let me hear from you. Write to me every night.
OPHELIA: Do you doubt that I would?
LAERTES: As for Hamlet and his attentions to you, consider it no more than a grand flirtation, the temporary phase of a hot-blooded youth.
It is sweet but not lasting: it is perfume that fades in a minute.
OPHELIA: No more than that?