_Gent._ She speaks much of her father, says she hears[1666] There's tricks i' the world, and hems and beats her heart, 5 Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in doubt, That carry but half sense: her speech is nothing, Yet the unshaped use of it doth move The hearers to collection; they aim at it,[1668] And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts;[1669] 10 Which, as her winks and nods and gestures yield them,[1670] Indeed would make one think there might be thought,[1671] Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily. _Hor._ 'Twere good she were spoken with, for she may strew[1672] Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds.[1672] 15 _Queen._ Let her come in. [_Exit Gentleman._[1672][1673][1674] [_Aside_] To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is,[1674][1675][1676] Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss:[1676] So full of artless jealousy is guilt,[1676] It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.[1676][1677] 20 _Re-enter_ Gentleman, _with_ OPHELIA. _Oph._ Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark? _Queen._ How now, Ophelia![1678] _Oph._ [_Sings_] How should I your true love know[1679][1680] From another one?[1680] By his cockle hat and staff[1680] 25 And his sandal shoon.[1680][1681] _Queen._ Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song? _Oph._ Say you? nay, pray you, mark.[1682] [_Sings_] He is dead and gone, lady,[1683][1684][1685] He is dead and gone;[1684][1685] 30 At his head a grass-green turf,[1685][1686] At his heels a stone.[1685] Oh, oh![1687] _Queen._ Nay, but, Ophelia,-- _Oph._ Pray you, mark. [_Sings_] White his shroud as the mountain snow,-- _Enter_ KING.[1688] _Queen._ Alas, look here, my lord. 35 _Oph._ [_Sings_] Larded with sweet flowers;[1689] Which bewept to the grave did go[1690] With true-love showers.[1691] _King._ How do you, pretty lady?[1692] _Oph._ Well, God 'ild you! They say the owl was a[1693] 40 baker's daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but know[1694] not what we may be. God be at your table![1695] _King._ Conceit upon her father.