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Prince of Denmark, IV. v

And am most sensibly in grief for it,

It shall as level to your judgment pierce

As day does to your eye.

A noise within. [Voices.] Let her come in.

Laer. How now! what noise is that?

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 by 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.

Oph. "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!

Laer. Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenge,

It could not move thus.

Oph. "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.

Laer. This nothing's more than matter.

Oph. There's rosemary, that's for remem-

brance; pray, love, remember: and there is

pansies, that's for thoughts.

 149 sensibly: feelingly

160 fine: delicate, subtle

161 instance: illustrative example

164 Hey non nonny; cf. n.

171 wheel; cf. n.

false steward; cf. n.

174 rosemary; cf. n.

176 pansies; cf. n.

