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And am most sensibly in grief for it,
It shall as level to your judgment pierce
As day does to your eye.
A noise within. [Voices.] Let her come in.
Laer. How now! what noise is that? 152
Enter Ophelia.
O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt,
Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye!
By heaven, thy madness shall be paid by weight,
Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May!
Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia! 157
O heavens! is 't possible a young maid's wits
Should be as mortal as an old man's life?
Nature is fine in love, and where 'tis fine 160
It sends some precious instance of itself
After the thing it loves.
Oph. "They bore him barefac'd on the bier;
Hey non nonny, nonny, hey nonny; 164
And in his grave rain'd many a tear;—"
Fare you well, my dove!
Laer. Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenge,
It could not move thus. 168
Oph. "You must sing, a-down a-down,
And you call him a-down-a."
O how the wheel becomes it! It is the false
steward that stole his master's daughter. 172
Laer. This nothing's more than matter.
Oph. There's rosemary, that's for remem-
brance; pray, love, remember: and there is
pansies, that's for thoughts. 176
149 sensibly: feelingly
160 fine: delicate, subtle
161 instance: illustrative example
164 Hey non nonny; cf. n.
171 wheel; cf. n.
false steward; cf. n.
174 rosemary; cf. n.
176 pansies; cf. n.