QUEEN. But not by him. KING. Let him demand his fill. LAERTES. How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with: My will, not all the world: And for my means, I'll husband them so well, They shall go far with little. KING. Good Laertes, That I am guiltless of your father's death, It shall as level to your judgment pierce DANES. (Within.) Let her come in. LAERTES. How now! what noise is that? O rose of May! Re-enter OPHELIA. Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia! O heavens! is't possible a young maid's wits OPHELIA. (Sings.) They bore him barefaced on the bier: Hey non nonny, nonny, hey nonny: And in his grave rain'd many a tear,Fare you well, my dove! LAERTES. Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenge, It could not move thus. OPHELIA. (Sings.). You must sing down a-down, O, 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. I meaning 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: O, you must 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 a' made a good end, (Sings.) For bonnie sweet Robin is all my joy. |