Page 323 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

HORATIO

’Twere good she were spoken with, for she may strew
Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds. [15]

QUEEN
Let her come in.
[Exit Gentleman.]

[Aside] 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. [20]

Enter Ophelia.

OPHELIA

Where is the beauteous Majesty of Denmark?

QUEEN
How now, Ophelia?

OPHELIA
[sings] How should I your true love know
From another one?
By his cockle hat and staff [25]

And his sandal shoon.

QUEEN

Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?

OPHELIA
Say you? Nay, pray you mark.
[sings] He is dead and gone, lady,
He is dead and gone, [30]

At his head a grass-green turf,
At his heels a stone.
O ho!

QUEEN