[The scene shows a room in the Castle of Elsinore. The QUEEN and MARCELLUS enter.] She is importunate, indeed distract: She speaks much of her father, says she hears There's tricks i' the world, and hems and beats her heart, 'Twere good she were spoken with, for she may strew Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds. Let her come in. QUEEN. (Exit MARCELLUS.) (Aside.) To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is, Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss. Re-enter MARCELLUS, with OPHELIA. OPHELIA. Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark? How now, Ophelia ! QUEEN OPHELIA. (Sings.) How should I your true love know From another one? By his cockle hat and staff 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, Oh, oh! QUEEN. Nay, but, Ophelia,— OPHELIA. Pray you, mark. (Sings.) White his shroud as the mountain snow,— Enter KING. QUEEN. Alas, look here, my lord. OPHELIA. (Sings.) Larded with sweet flowers; With true-love showers. KING, How do you, pretty lady? 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! KING. Conceit upon her father. OPHELIA. Pray you, let's have no words of this; but when they ask you what it means, say you this: |