OPHELIA: My lord, he’s always spoken of love in an honorable fashion—
POLONIUS: Ay, “fashion” is just the word—a passing whim. Come on, girl!
OPHELIA: And he follows his words with all the holy vows of heaven!
POLONIUS: Like traps for stupid birds.
When a man’s desire burns, he’ll swear anything. But that blaze gives off more light than heat!
His fire will go out even as he speaks his promises. Don’t mistake that for love.
Make yourself scarce; do not go to him whenever he calls. Remember, Hamlet is young—and free to wander in places where you cannot go.
Don’t let him tempt you. See to it, I charge you.
OPHELIA: I shall obey, my lord.