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To my sick soul, as sin’s true nature is, Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss. So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. Enter Ophelia . OPHELIA. Where is the beauteous Majesty of Denmark? QUEEN. How now, Ophelia? OPHELIA. [ Sings. ]    How should I your true love know      From another one?    By his cockle hat and staff      And his sandal shoon. QUEEN. Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song? OPHELIA. Say you? Nay, pray you mark. [ Sings. ]    He is dead and gone, lady,      He is dead and gone,    At his head a grass green turf,      At his heels a stone. QUEEN. Nay, but Ophelia— OPHELIA. Pray you mark. [ Sings. ]    White his shroud as the mountain snow. Enter King . QUEEN. Alas, look here, my lord! OPHELIA. [ Sings. ]      Larded all with sweet flowers;    Which bewept to the grave did not go      With true-love showers. KING. How do you, pretty lady? OPHELIA. Well, God dild 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! KING. Conceit upon 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 betime,    And I a maid at your window,      To be your Valentine. Then up he rose and donn’d his clothes,      And dupp’d the chamber door,    Let in the maid, 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 Gis and by Saint Charity,      Alack, and fie for shame!    Young men will do’t if they come to’t;      By Cock, they are to blame. Quoth she, before you tumbled me,      You promis’d me to wed.    So would I ha’ done, by yonder sun,      An 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 would lay him i’ th’ cold ground. My brother shall know of it. And so I thank you for your good counsel. Come, my coach! Good night, ladies; good night, sweet ladies; good night, good night. [ Exit. ] KING. Follow her close; give her good watch, I pray you. [ Exit Horatio . ]