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Oph. "How should I your true love know
From another one? 24
By his cockle hat and staffs
And his sandal shoon."

Queen. Alas! sweet lady, what imports this song?

Oph. Say you? nay, pray you, mark. 28
"He is dead and gone, lady,
He is dead and gone;
At his head a grass-green turf;
At his heels a stone." 32
O, ho!

Queen. Nay, but Ophelia,—

Oph. Pray you, mark.
"White his shroud as the mountain snow,—" 36

Queen. Alas! look here, my lord.

Oph. "Larded with sweet flowers;
Which bewept to the grave did go
With true-love showers." 40

King. How do you, pretty lady?

Oph. Well, God 'ild 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! 45

King. Conceit upon her father.

Oph. 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, 49
All in the morning betime,
And I a maid at your window,
To be your Valentine: 52