Ophelia: My lord father, please forgive me. But for what reason have you called me to thy chambers in this night?
King Claudius: Ophelia, I have a request for you.
Ophelia: I do not know what request you could make of me here in thy darkened chambers in the night.
King Claudius: I do not ask much. My manhood has been sullied in intercourse with thy wanton mother and I seek the use of thy tongue to clean it.
Ophelia: This is madness! How can you ask such an improper thing!
King Claudius: Am I not thy earthly lord? Am I not thy father? I have the right to thy earthly flesh and I ask only what is my right to ask.
Ophelia: I do not mean to defy my lord or question my familial duties, but I do not know that this is a thing that I should do.
King Claudius: If you cannot cease thy willful defiance perhaps you are not daughter of mine? Perhaps neither is Hamlet a son of mine for I know you love him deeply.
Ophelia: Please have mercy upon thy humble subject! Though perhaps I could do this thing, I do not know what will happen to me!
King Claudius: You are thy mother's daughter. I must assume you will fair just as well as she.
Ophelia: I yield, I shall clean thee my lord...
King Claudius: You shall call me father, before I sully thee.
Ophelia: Yes, father.
King Claudius: Ophelia, I have a request for you.
Ophelia: I do not know what request you could make of me here in thy darkened chambers in the night.
King Claudius: I do not ask much. My manhood has been sullied in intercourse with thy wanton mother and I seek the use of thy tongue to clean it.
Ophelia: This is madness! How can you ask such an improper thing!
King Claudius: Am I not thy earthly lord? Am I not thy father? I have the right to thy earthly flesh and I ask only what is my right to ask.
Ophelia: I do not mean to defy my lord or question my familial duties, but I do not know that this is a thing that I should do.
King Claudius: If you cannot cease thy willful defiance perhaps you are not daughter of mine? Perhaps neither is Hamlet a son of mine for I know you love him deeply.
Ophelia: Please have mercy upon thy humble subject! Though perhaps I could do this thing, I do not know what will happen to me!
King Claudius: You are thy mother's daughter. I must assume you will fair just as well as she.
Ophelia: I yield, I shall clean thee my lord...
King Claudius: You shall call me father, before I sully thee.
Ophelia: Yes, father.