Perhaps he loves you now, And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch The virtue of his will.

First, I’m not sure what a cautel is and I’m on a train away from Lexicon
Or even a dictionary so the answer is not forthcoming.
Second, this sentiment is extraordinary.
Now now he loves you
He loves you purely
Deeply
Honestly
Whatever. . .
But hidden in that “Now” is a “But.” The “but” follows exactly, in fact.
Now he loves you but. . .
And later, Hamlet will say almost the same “But” later with his “You should not
Have believed me.”
And “We are errant knaves, all, believe none of us.”
In a way, it’s pointing at Hamlet’s own belief in himself, in his word, in his love
All are subject to the world around him
And everyone around him is headed for a fall.
Funny how that doesn’t turn out to be true.

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