Page 324 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

Nay, but Ophelia −

OPHELIA
Pray you mark. [35]
[sings] White his shroud as the mountain snow −

Enter King.

QUEEN
Alas, look here, my lord.

OPHELIA
[sings] Larded with sweet flowers

Which bewept to the grave did not go
With true-love showers. [40]

KING
How do you, pretty lady?

OPHELIA
Well, good dild 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.

KING
Conceit upon her father. [45]

OPHELIA
Pray let’s have no words of this, but when they ask you what it means, say
you this.
[sings] Tomorrow is Saint Valentine’s day,
All in the morning betime,

And I a maid at your window, [50]
To be your Valentine.
Then up he rose, and donn’d his clo’es,
And dupp’d the chamber door,

Let in the maid that out a maid
Never departed more. [55]