DEAD AND GONE From 'Hamlet' Enter Horatio, with Ophelia distracted Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark? Queen-How now, Ophelia? Ophelia [singing]- How should I your true love know Queen From another one? By his cockle hat and staff, And his sandal shoon. Alas, sweet lady! what imports this song? Ophelia- Say you? nay, pray you, mark. [Singing]-He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a green grass turf, At his heels a stone. Oh, ho! Queen- Nay, but, Ophelia Pray you, mark: [Singing]- White his shroud as the mountain snow Enter King Queen- Alas! look here, my lord. 13210 Ophelia Larded with sweet flowers; Laertes -Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenge, It could not move thus. Ophelia - You must sing, Down a-down, an you call him a-down-a. Oh, how the wheel becomes it! It is the false steward, that stole his master's daughter. Laertes This nothing's more than matter. Ophelia - There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray you, love, remember: and there is pansies; that's for thoughts. Laertes A document in madness; thoughts and remembrance fitted. Ophelia - There's fennel for you, and columbines; - there's rue for you; and here's some for me; we may call it herb of grace o' Sundays: you may wear your rue with a difference. There's a daisy: I would give you some violets; but they withered all when my father died. They say he made a good end. [Sings] For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy. Laertes-Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself, She turns to favor and to prettiness. Ophelia [sings] - And will he not come again? And will he not come again? No, no, he is dead; Gone to his death-bed, He never will come again. His beard was white as snow, All flaxen was his poll; He is gone, he is gone, And we cast away moan: God ha' mercy on his soul! And of all Christian souls! I pray God.- God be wi' you! 1. Exit Ophelia, dancing distractedly. |