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Work
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are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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Hamlet
[IV, 5] |
Ophelia |
2882 |
[sings]
How should I your true-love know
From another one?
By his cockle bat and' staff
And his sandal shoon.
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2 |
Hamlet
[IV, 5] |
Ophelia |
2888 |
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.
O, ho!
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3 |
Hamlet
[IV, 5] |
Ophelia |
2895 |
Pray you mark.
(Sings) White his shroud as the mountain snow-
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4 |
Hamlet
[IV, 5] |
Ophelia |
2899 |
[Sings]
Larded all with sweet flowers;
Which bewept to the grave did not go
With true-love showers.
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5 |
Hamlet
[IV, 5] |
Ophelia |
2908 |
Pray let's have no words of this; but when they ask, you what
it means, say you this:
(Sings) To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day,
All in the morning bedtime,
And I a maid at your window,
To be your Valentine.
Then up he rose and donn'd his clo'es
And dupp'd the chamber door,
Let in the maid, that out a maid
Never departed more.
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6 |
Hamlet
[IV, 5] |
Ophelia |
2919 |
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.'
He answers:
'So would I 'a' done, by yonder sun,
An thou hadst not come to my bed.'
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7 |
Hamlet
[IV, 5] |
Ophelia |
3042 |
[sings]
They bore him barefac'd on the bier
(Hey non nony, nony, hey nony)
And in his grave rain'd many a tear.
Fare you well, my dove!
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8 |
Hamlet
[IV, 5] |
Ophelia |
3056 |
There's fennel for you, and columbines. There's rue for you,
and here's some for me. We may call it herb of grace o' Sundays.
O, you must wear your rue with a difference! There's a daisy. I
would give you some violets, but they wither'd all when my father
died. They say he made a good end.
[Sings] For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.
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9 |
Hamlet
[IV, 5] |
Ophelia |
3064 |
[sings]
And will he not come again?
And will he not come again?
No, no, he is dead;
Go to thy deathbed;
He never will come again.
His beard was as white as snow,
All flaxen was his poll.
He is gone, he is gone,
And we cast away moan.
God 'a'mercy on his soul!
And of all Christian souls, I pray God. God b' wi' you.
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10 |
Hamlet
[V, 1] |
(stage directions) |
3402 |
[Clown digs and] sings.
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11 |
Hamlet
[V, 1] |
Hamlet |
3407 |
Has this fellow no feeling of his business, that he sings at
grave-making?
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12 |
Hamlet
[V, 1] |
First Clown |
3412 |
[sings]
But age with his stealing steps
Hath clawed me in his clutch,
And hath shipped me intil the land,
As if I had never been such.
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13 |
Hamlet
[V, 1] |
First Clown |
3434 |
[Sings]
A pickaxe and a spade, a spade,
For and a shrouding sheet;
O, a Pit of clay for to be made
For such a guest is meet.
Throws up [another skull].
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14 |
Hamlet
[V, 1] |
First Clown |
3458 |
Mine, sir.
[Sings] O, a pit of clay for to be made
For such a guest is meet.
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