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Songs and Their Settings: Dead and Gone

From ‘Hamlet’

Enter Horatio, with Ophelia distracted

OPHELIA—Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark?

Queen—How now, Ophelia?

Ophelia[singing]—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.

[Singing]—He is dead and gone, lady,

He is dead and gone;

At his head a green grass turf,

At his heels a stone.

Oh, ho!
Queen—Nay, but, Ophelia—
Ophelia—Pray you, mark:—

[Singing]—White his shroud as the mountain snow—

Enter King

Queen—Alas! look here, my lord.

Ophelia—Larded with sweet flowers;

Which bewept to the grave did go,

With true-love showers.