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Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark? |
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| OPHELIA |
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Where is the beautiful queen of Denmark? |
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How now, Ophelia? |
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| GERTRUDE |
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What are you doing, Ophelia? |
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How should I your true love
know |
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From another
one? |
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By his cockle hat and
staff, |
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And his sandal
shoon. |
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How can you tell the
difference |
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Between your true
lover and some other? |
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Your true one wears a
pilgrim's hat |
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And a
pilgrim's sandals and staff. |
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Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song? |
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| GERTRUDE |
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Oh heavens, what does that song mean, my dear? |
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Say you? Nay, pray you, mark. |
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He is dead and gone,
lady, |
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He is dead and
gone, |
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At his head a grass-green
turf, |
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At his heels a
stone. |
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Oh, ho! |
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I'm sorry, did you say something? Please just listen. |
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He is dead and gone,
lady, |
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He is dead and
gone. |
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At his head is a patch of green
grass, |
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And at his feet
there is a tomb stone. |
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Oh, ho! |
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Nay, but, Ophelia— |
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Pray you, mark. |
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White his shroud as the
mountain snow— |
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| OPHELIA |
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Just listen, please. |
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His death shroud was as white
as snow— |
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Alas, look here, my lord. |
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| GERTRUDE |
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My lord, look at this poor girl. |
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| | OPHELIA |
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Larded all with
sweet flowers, |
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Which bewept to the ground did
not go |
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With true-love
showers. |
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Covered with sweet
flowers |
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Which did not fall to the
ground |
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In true-love
showers. |
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