King. Why, now you speak
Like a good child and a true gentleman.
That I am guiltless of your father's death, 145
And am most sensibly in grief for it,[1769]
It shall as level to your judgement pierce[1770]
As day does to your eye.
Danes. [Within] Let her come in.
Laer. How now! what noise is that?
Re-enter Ophelia.[1771]
O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt, 150
Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye![1772]
By heaven, thy madness shall be paid with weight,[1773]
Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May![1774]
Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia!
O heavens! is't possible a young maid's wits 155
Should be as mortal as an old man's life?[1775]
Nature is fine in love, and where 'tis fine[1776][1777]
It sends some precious instance of itself[1776][1777]
After the thing it loves.[1776]
Oph. [Sings] They bore him barefaced on the bier;[1778] 160
Hey non nonny, nonny, hey nonny:[1779]
And in his grave rain'd many a tear,—[1780]
Fare you well, my dove![1781]
Laer. Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenge,[1782]
It could not move thus.[1782][1783] 165
Oph. [Sings] You must sing down a-down,[1784]
An you call him a-down-a.[1785]
O, how the wheel becomes it! It is the false steward, that[1786]
stole his master's daughter.
Laer. This nothing's more than matter.[1787] 170
Oph. There's rosemary, that's for remembrance: pray[1788][1789]
you, love, remember: and there is pansies, that's for[1789][1790]
thoughts.