White his shroud as the mountain snow--
GERTRUDE Alas, look here, my lord.
Sings
OPHELIA Larded38 with sweet flowers Which bewept to the grave did not go
With true-love showers40.
KING How do ye, pretty lady?
OPHELIA Well, God yield you! They say the owl was a baker's42
daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but know not what
we may be. God be at your table!
KING Conceit upon45 her father.
OPHELIA Pray you let's have no words of this, but when they ask you what it means, say you
this:
Sings
'Tomorrow is Saint Valentine's day,
All in the morning betime49, And I a maid at your window,
To be your Valentine51.'
Then up he rose52, and donned his clothes, And dupped the chamber door53: Let in the maid54, that out a maid Never departed more.
KING Pretty Ophelia.
OPHELIA Indeed, la, without an oath, I'll make an end on't:
Sings
By Gis58 and by Saint Charity, Alack, and fie for shame!
Young men will do't60, if they come to't, By cock61, they are to blame.
Quoth she, 'Before you tumbled62 me, You promised me to wed.'
'So would I ha' done, by yonder sun,
An65 thou hadst not come to my bed.'
KING 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'th'cold ground. My brother shall know of it: and so I thank
you for your good counsel. Come, my coach! Goodnight,
ladies, goodnight, sweet ladies, goodnight, goodnight.