At such a time I’ll loose my daughter to him.

At such a time I’ll loose my daughter to him.

Ophelia’s on a leash, one of those little halter numbers that gets a real grip on your torso. Polonius tugs on it sometimes if Ophelia strays too far – but mostly she’s one of those who will hold the leash herself until such time as someone asks for it. But here, Polonius gives the impression that Ophelia has been pulling at the restraints a bit, ready to dash forward and get the run of the park for a bit. It’s like she’s been waiting to surge ahead and attach herself to Hamlet’s leg.

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