OPHELIA: It is locked in my memory, and you alone shall have the key.
POLONIUS: Ophelia . . .What was it he said to you?
OPHELIA: Something about Prince Hamlet, sir.
POLONIUS: A good thing he did, by God.
It is said that recently he speaks with you very often in private and that you have made yourself freely available to him. If this is so, then I must tell you: You do not understand yourself as well as a daughter of mine should.
What is between you? Give me the truth.