Who in her duty and obedience, mark, Hath given me this.

Ophelia’s obedience feels like a currency
That Polonius is flashing at the King –
Like her devotion to her father could be
Stacked into a collection of bills, all crisply folded,
Face up and secured with a silver clip.
Polonius rolls up, pulls out his wad
Of filial fidelity and starts handing it around,
Greasing palms, building up his own reputation.

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