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 Ham. I humbly thank you; well, well, well.

Oph. My lord, I have remembrances of yours, That I have longed long to re-deliver; I pray you now, receive them.

Ham. No, not I; I never gave you aught.

Oph. My honoured lord, you know right well you did; And, with them, words of so sweet breath composed As made the 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.

Ham. Ha, ha! are you honest?

Oph. My lord?

Ham. Are you fair?

Oph. What means your lordship?