William Shakespeare: Hamlet, Prince of Denmark

5. Scene V. Elsinore. A room in the Castle. (continued)

     Larded all with sweet flowers;
   Which bewept to the grave did go
     With true-love showers.

How do you, pretty lady?

Well, God dild you! They say the owl was a baker's daughter.
Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be. God be at
your table!

Conceit upon her father.

Pray you, let's have no words of this; but when they ask you what
it means, say you this:
   To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day
     All in the morning bedtime,
   And I a maid at your window,
     To be your Valentine.

   Then up he rose and donn'd his clothes,
     And dupp'd the chamber door,
   Let in the maid, that out a maid
     Never departed more.

Pretty Ophelia!

Indeed, la, without an oath, I'll make an end on't:
   By Gis and by Saint Charity,
     Alack, and fie for shame!
   Young men will do't if they come to't;
     By cock, they are to blame.

   Quoth she, before you tumbled me,
     You promis'd me to wed.
   So would I ha' done, by yonder sun,
     An thou hadst not come to my bed.

How long hath she been thus?

I hope all will be well. We must be patient: but I cannot
choose but weep, to think they would lay him i' the cold ground.
My brother shall know of it: and so I thank you for your good
counsel.--Come, my coach!--Good night, ladies; good night, sweet
ladies; good night, good night.


Follow her close; give her good watch, I pray you.

[Exit Horatio.]

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