HAMLET: No, not I,
I never gave you aught.
OPHELIA: My honoured lord, you know right well you did,
And with them words of so sweet breath composed
As made these 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 offenses 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, believe none of us. Go thy ways
to a nunnery. Where's your father? 
OPHELIA: At home, my lord.
HAMLET: Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may
play the fool no where but in 's own house. Farewell.
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. Get thee to a
nunnery, farewell. Or if thou wilt needs marry, marry
a fool, for wise men know well enough what monsters
you make of them. To a nunnery, go, and quickly too. 
OPHELIA: Heavenly powers, restore him!
HAMLET: I have heard of your paintings, well enough.
God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves
another. You jig and amble, and you lisp, you nickname 
God's creatures and make your wantonness your ignorance.
Go to, I'll no more on't, it hath made me mad. I say we will
have no moe marriage. Those that are married already
(all but one) shall live, the rest shall keep as they are. To a
nunnery, go.