Prince of Denmarke
1696And his
sandall
shoone.
27781697White his
shrowde as mountaine
snowe,
27811699That bewept to the graue did not goe
27731701He is dead and gone Lady, he is dead and gone,
27741702At his head a gra
sse greene tur
ffe,
1703At his heeles a
stone.
27831704king How i'
st with you
sweete
Ofelia?
28061706It grieues me to
see how they laid him in the cold ground,
1707I could not chu
se but weepe:
29431710No, no, hee's gone, and we ca
st away mone,
1714He is dead, he is gone,
29491717And of all chri
sten
soules I pray God.
28091718God be with you Ladies, God be with you.
exit Ofelia. 2809.11719king A pretty wretch! this is a change indeede:
2809.21720O Time, how
swiftly runnes our ioyes away?
2809.31721Content on earth was neuer certaine bred,
2809.41722To day we laugh and liue, to morrow dead.
28581726O thou vilde king, giue me my father:
28771729Lear. Who hath murdred him?
speake, i'le not
1730Be juggled with, for he is murdred.
H Leartes