_Oph._ Pray you, let's have no words of this; but when[1696] they ask you what it means, say you this: 45 [_Sings_] To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day,[1697][1698][1699] All in the morning betime,[1698][1700] And I a maid at your window,[1698] To be your Valentine.[1698] Then up he rose, and donn'd his clothes,[1701][1702] 50 And dupp'd the chamber-door;[1701][1703] Let in the maid, that out a maid[1701][1704] Never departed more.[1701] _King._ Pretty Ophelia! _Oph._ Indeed, la, without an oath, I'll make an end on't:[1705] 55 [_Sings_] By Gis and by Saint Charity,[1706][1707] Alack, and fie for shame![1707] Young men will do't, if they come to't;[1707] By cock, they are to blame.[1707][1708] Quoth she, before you tumbled me,[1709][1710] 60 You promised me to wed.[1710] He answers:[1711] So would I ha' done, by yonder sun, An thou hadst not come to my bed.[1712] _King._ How long hath she been thus?[1713] _Oph._ I hope all will be well. We must be patient: but 65 I cannot choose but weep, to think they should lay him i'[1714] the 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,[1715] good night. [_Exit._[1715][1716] 70 _King._ Follow her close; give her good watch, I pray you. [_Exit Horatio._[1717] O, this is the poison of deep grief; it springs[1718] All from her father's death. O Gertrude, Gertrude,[1719] When sorrows come, they come not single spies,[1720] But in battalions! First, her father slain:[1721] 75 Next, your son gone; and he most violent author Of his own just remove: the people muddied, Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers,[1722] For good Polonius' death; and we have done but greenly,[1723] In hugger-mugger to inter him: poor Ophelia[1724] 80 Divided from herself and her fair judgement, Without the which we are pictures, or mere beasts:[1725] Last, and as much containing as all these, Her brother is in secret come from France, Feeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds,[1726] 85 And wants not buzzers to infect his ear[1727] With pestilent speeches of his father's death; Wherein necessity, of matter beggar'd,[1728] Will nothing stick our person to arraign[1729] In ear and ear. O my dear Gertrude, this, 90 Like to a murdering-piece, in many places[1730][1731] Gives me superfluous death. [_A noise within._[1731]