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I will not speak with her.
She is importunate,
What would she have?
She speaks much of her father, says she hears
'Twere good she were spoken with, for she may strew
4.5.16.1[Exit Gentleman.]
[Aside] To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is,
Enter Ophelia.
Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark?
How now, Ophelia?
She sings.
Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?
Say you? Nay, pray you, mark.
Nay, but Ophelia--
Pray you, mark.
4.5.35.1Song.
Alas, look here, my lord.
Song.
Larded all with sweet flowers,
How do you, pretty lady?
Well Good dild you. They say the owl was a baker's 27852729daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be.
Conceit upon her father.
Pretty Ophelia--
Indeed? Without an oath I'll make an end on't.
By Gis and by Saint Charity,
How long hath she been thus?
I hope all will be well. We must be patient. But I cannot choose 28062751but weep to think they would lay him i'th' cold ground. My brother 28072752shall know of it. And so I thank you for your good counsel. Come, 28082753my coach! Good night, ladies, good night, 28092754sweet ladies, good night, good night.
4.5.65.1[Exit.]
[To Horatio] Follow her close. 2812Give her good watch, I pray you.
4.5.66.1[Exit Horatio.]
death and now behold!
4.5.69Oh, Gertrude, Gertrude,
4.5.88.1A noise within.
Attend!
4.5.90Where is my Switzers? Let them guard the door.
How cheerfully on the false trail they cry!
4.5.102.1A noise within.
The doors are broke.
Where is this king?--Sirs, stand you all without.
No, let's come in.
I pray you, give me leave.
We will, we will.
I thank you. Keep the door.
4.5.109.1[Exeunt followers and Messenger.]
O thou vile king,
Calmly, good Laertes.
That drop of blood that's calm proclaims me bastard,
What is the cause, Laertes,
Where is my father?
Dead.
But not by him.
Let him demand his fill.
How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with.
Who shall stay you?
My will, not all the world's.
Good Laertes,
None but his enemies.
Will you know them, then?
To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my arms,
Why, now you speak
4.5.147.1A noise within.
Let her come in.
Song.
Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenge,
You must sing "a-down, a-down,"2860an you call 2924him "a-down-a." Oh, how the wheel becomes it!2861It is 2925the false steward that stole his master's daughter.
This nothing's more than matter.
There's rosemary; that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, 29282864remember. And there is pansies; that's for thoughts.
A document in madness, thoughts and remembrance fitted.
There's fennel for you, and columbines. There's rue for 29332867you, and here's some for me; we may call it herb of grace o'Sundays. 29342868You may wear your rue with a difference. There's a daisy. I would 29352869give you some violets, but they withered all when my father died. 29372870They say 'a made a good end.
4.5.169.1[She sings.]
Thought and afflictions, passion, hell itself
Song.
4.5.183.1[Exit Ophelia, followed by the Queen.]
Do you [see] this, O God?
Laertes, I must commune with your grief,
Let this be so.
So you shall,
4.5.202.1Exeunt.