1 O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers.
2 Farewell, Ophelia, and remember well What I have said to you.
3 Re-enter Ophelia, fantastically dressed with straws and flowers.
4 Enter King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
5 Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears.
6 Enter King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern and others.
7 I lov'd Ophelia; forty thousand brothers Could not, with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum.
8 Poor Ophelia Divided from herself and her fair judgment, Without the which we are pictures or mere beasts.
9 Enter priests, &c, in procession; the corpse of Ophelia, Laertes and Mourners following; King, Queen, their Trains, &c.
10 Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister; And keep you in the rear of your affection, Out of the shot and danger of desire.
11 Sweet Gertrude, leave us too, For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither, That he, as 'twere by accident, may here Affront Ophelia.'
12 And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish That your good beauties be the happy cause Of Hamlet's wildness: so shall I hope your virtues Will bring him to his wonted way again, To both your honours.
13 In few, Ophelia, Do not believe his vows; for they are brokers, Not of that dye which their investments show, But mere implorators of unholy suits, Breathing like sanctified and pious bawds, The better to beguile.