. Shakespeare's Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark . oughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke, When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide, And, mermaid-like, a while they bore her up ; Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes, As one incapable of her own distress, Or like a creature native and indued Unto that element: but long it could not be Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, 180 PulFd the poor wretch from her melodious lay To muddy death. Laertes. Alas, then, is she drownd ? Queen. Drownd, drownd.
. Shakespeare's Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark . oughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke, When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide, And, mermaid-like, a while they bore her up ; Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes, As one incapable of her own distress, Or like a creature native and indued Unto that element: but long it could not be Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, 180 PulFd the poor wretch from her melodious lay To muddy death. Laertes. Alas, then, is she drownd ? Queen. Drownd, drownd. Laertes. Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,And therefore I forbid my tears. But yetIt is our trick; nature her custom holds,Let shame say what it will: when these are gone,The woman will be out.—Adieu, my lord ;I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze,But that this folly douts it. [Exit. King. Let s follow, Gertrude; 190 How much I had to do to calm his rage!Now fear I this will give it start again •Therefore let s follow. [
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