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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:27:43 GMT
QUEEN GERTRUDE
Let her come in.
Exit HORATIO
To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is,
Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss:
So full of artless jealousy is guilt,
It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
Re-enter HORATIO, with OPHELIA
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:27:57 GMT
OPHELIA
Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:28:10 GMT
QUEEN GERTRUDE
How now, Ophelia!
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:28:24 GMT
OPHELIA
[Sings]
How should I your true love know
From another one?
By his cockle hat and staff,
And his sandal shoon.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:28:39 GMT
QUEEN GERTRUDE
Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:28:56 GMT
OPHELIA
Say you? nay, pray you, mark.
Sings
He is dead and gone, lady,
He is dead and gone;
At his head a grass-green turf,
At his heels a stone.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:29:25 GMT
QUEEN GERTRUDE
Nay, but, Ophelia,--
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:29:47 GMT
OPHELIA
Pray you, mark.
Sings
White his shroud as the mountain snow,--
Enter KING CLAUDIUS
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:30:00 GMT
QUEEN GERTRUDE
Alas, look here, my lord.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:30:12 GMT
OPHELIA
[Sings]
Larded with sweet flowers
Which bewept to the grave did go
With true-love showers.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:30:22 GMT
KING CLAUDIUS
How do you, pretty lady?
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:30:33 GMT
OPHELIA
Well, God 'ild you! They say the owl was a baker's
daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but know not
what we may be. God be at your table!
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:30:43 GMT
KING CLAUDIUS
Conceit upon her father.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:30:57 GMT
OPHELIA
Pray you, let's have no words of this; but when they
ask you what it means, say you this:
Sings
To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day,
All in the morning betime,
And I a maid at your window,
To be your Valentine.
Then up he rose, and donn'd his clothes,
And dupp'd the chamber-door;
Let in the maid, that out a maid
Never departed more.
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Post by Jonny Fairplay on Dec 11, 2014 23:31:10 GMT
KING CLAUDIUS
Pretty Ophelia!
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