Prince. How so, Lazaro?
Laz. Oh, ever since the day I had to rue
The conjurer’s old woman.
Prince. Who was she?
Laz. Why, my lord, once upon a time
I fell in love with one who would not have me
Either for love or money: so at last
I go to a certain witch—tell him my story:
Whereon he bids me do this; cut a lock
From my love’s head and bring it to him. Well,