Dialogue between Hamlet and Ophelia

Ophelia to Polonius:

Oph: He hath my lord, made many tenders of his affections to me.
My lord, he hath importu\'ned me with love in honourable fashion.
And hath given countenance to his speech my lord, with almost all the holy vows of heaven.

Letters from Hamlet to Ophelia:

Ham: To the celestial, and my soul\'s idol, the most beautified Ophelia, in her excellent white bosom, these, &c
Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.
O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers, I ahve not art to reckon my groans; but that I love thee best, O most best, believe it. Adieu.

Thine evermore, most dear lady, whilst this machine is to him,
Ophelia to Hamlet:

Oph: My lord, I ave rememberances of that I have long longed to re-deliver, I pray you now recieve them.
Ham: No, not I; I never gave them to you aught.
Ham: ...I did love you once.
Oph: Indeed my lord, you made me believe so.
Ham: You should not have believed me; for virtue cannot so inoculate your old stock but we shall relish of it; I loved you not.
Oph: I was the more decieved.
Ham: If thou dost marry, I\'ll give thee this plague for thy dowry,--be thou chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go; 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. Farewell

Prologue of Hamlet\'s play:

Pro: For us and for our tragedy, Here stooping to your clemency, we beg you hearing patiently.
Ham: Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring?
Oph: Tis brief my lord.
Ham: As woman\'s love.

Ophelia\'s Funeral:

Ham: What, the fair Ophelia?
... (Laertes leaps into Ophelia\'s grave)
Ham: What is he whose grief bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow conjures the wandering stars, and makes like wonder-wounded hearers? this is I Hamlet, the Dane.
... (Hamlet leaps into the grave)
Ham: I lov\'d Ophelia; forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her?