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Polonius: Affection? Pooh! You speak like a green girl
Unsifted in such perilous circumstance.
Do you believe his tenders, as you call them? // Ophelia: I do not know, my lord, what I should think. // Polonius: Marry, I'll teach you. Think yourself a baby
That you have ta'en these tenders for true pay
Which are not sterling. Tender yourself more dearly,
Or — not to crack the wind of the poor phrase
Running it thus — you'll tender me a fool.
Herein, the Bard plays with the word tender
most liberally. The boldened instance of the word is that which pertains to the instant sense.
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