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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. KING CLAUDIUS Pretty Ophelia! OPHELIA Indeed, la, without an oath, I'll make an end on't:
Sings 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 promised me to wed.
So would I ha' done, by yonder sun, An thou hadst not come to my bed. KING CLAUDIUS How long hath she been thus? OPHELIA I hope all will be well. We must be patient:
but I
cannot choose but weep, to think they should 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.
Exit KING CLAUDIUS Follow her close; give her good watch, I pray you.
Exit HORATIO
O, this is the poison of deep grief; it springs All from her father's death. O Gertrude, Gertrude, When sorrows come, they come not single spies But in battalions. First, her father slain:
Next, your son gone; and he most violent author Of his own just remove: the people muddied, Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers, For good Polonius' death; and we have done but greenly, In hugger-mugger to inter him: poor Ophelia Divided from herself and her fair judgment, Without the which we are pictures, or-->>