I will speak daggers to her but use none.
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The only declaration of love Hamlet makes to Ophelia is in a letter she eventually returns to him.
To the celestial and my soul's idol, the most beautiful Ophelia,
Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move, Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love. O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers. I have not art to reckon my groans, but that I love thee best, oh, most best, believe it. Adieu. Thine evermore, most dear lady, whilst this machine is to him, Hamlet.