Hamlet

Gives real or imaginary flowers

love, remember: and there is pansies185, that's for thoughts.

LAERTES A document186 in madness, thoughts and remembrance fitted187.

OPHELIA There's fennel for you, and columbines: there's rue188

for you, and here's some for me: we may call it herb-grace

o'Sundays: O, you must wear your rue with a difference190.

There's a daisy: I would give you some violets191, but they withered all when my father died: they say he made a good

end--

Sings

For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy194.

LAERTES Thought and affliction, passion195, hell itself, She turns to favour196 and to prettiness.

Sings

OPHELIA And will he not come again?

And will he not come again?

No, no, he is dead:

Go to thy death-bed,

He never will come again.

His beard as white as snow,

All flaxen was his poll203: He is gone, he is gone,

And we cast away moan205.

Gramercy206 on his soul!

And of all Christian souls, I pray God. God buy ye207.

Exeunt Ophelia [and Gertrude?]

LAERTES Do you see this, you gods?

KING Laertes, I must commune with your grief,

Or you deny me right. Go but apart,

Make choice of whom211 your wisest friends you will, And they shall hear and judge 'twixt212 you and me: If by direct or by collateral213 hand They find us touched214, we will our kingdom give, Our crown, our life, and all that we call ours

To you in satisfaction. But if not,

Be you content to lend your patience to us,

And we shall jointly labour with your soul