"How do you do, pretty lady?"
She replies:
"They say the owl was a banker's daughter;
Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be."
Laertes returns from France and finds his sister insane from grief over the loss of her father, and viewing this innocent wreck parading palace halls, exclaims:
"Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia!
O heavens! is it possible a young maid's wits
Should be as mortal as an old man's life?"
Ophelia unconsciously sings:
"They bore him barefaced on the bier;
Hey no nonny, nonny hey nonny;
And in his grave rained many a tear—
Fare you well, my dove!"
Holding a spray of flowers in her hands she fitfully plucks them and murmurs:
"There's rosemary, that's for remembrance;
Pray you, love, remember;
And there is pansies, that's for thoughts;
There's fennel for you, and columbines;
There's rue for you, and here's some for me;
We may call it herb of grace on Sunday;
O, you must wear your rue with a difference.
There's a daisy; I would give you some violets—
But they withered all when my father died!"
Hamlet and his party in sailing for England encounter a war-like pirate ship, and in the fight and grapple Hamlet alone is taken prisoner and his keepers go to destruction.