1 It harrows me with fear and wonder.
2 Be wary then, best safety lies in fear.
3 My lord, I do not know, but truly I do fear it.
4 I fear'd he did but trifle, And meant to wreck thee.
5 And then it started, like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons.
6 So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
7 Now what my love is, proof hath made you know, And as my love is siz'd, my fear is so.
8 Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.
9 Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.
10 Most holy and religious fear it is To keep those many many bodies safe That live and feed upon your Majesty.
11 Arm you, I pray you, to this speedy voyage; For we will fetters put upon this fear, Which now goes too free-footed.
12 Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister; And keep you in the rear of your affection, Out of the shot and danger of desire.
13 Yet, though I distrust, Discomfort you, my lord, it nothing must: For women's fear and love holds quantity, In neither aught, or in extremity.
14 I prythee take thy fingers from my throat; For though I am not splenative and rash, Yet have I in me something dangerous, Which let thy wiseness fear.