Prince Hamlet Shakespeare's work act iv scene v

LAERTES

How now, what noise is that? Enter Ophelia. O heat, dry up my brains! Tears seven times salt Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye! By heaven, thy madness shall be paid with weight. Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May! Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia! O heavens, is’t possible a young maid’s wits Should be as mortal as an old man’s life? Nature is fine in love, and where ’tis fine, It sends some precious instance of itself After the thing it loves. OPHELIA Song. “They bore him barefac’d 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 You must sing, “A-down, a-down,” And you call him a-down-a. 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 To Claudius. There’s fennel for you, and columbines. To Gertrude. There’s rue for you, and here’s some for me; we may call it herb of grace a’ Sundays. You may wear your rue with a difference. There’s a daisy. I would give you some violets, but they wither’d all when my father died. They say ’a made a good end— Sings. “For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.” LAERTES Thought and afflictions, passion, hell itself, She turns to favor and to prettiness. OPHELIA Song. “And will ’a not come again? And will ’a not come again? No, no, he is dead, Go to thy death-bed, He never will come again. His beard was as white as snow, All flaxen was his pole, He is gone, he is gone, And we cast away moan, God ’a’ mercy on his soul!” I pray God. God buy you.

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