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ACT 4, SCENE 5

                                   GERTRUDE
            I will not speak with her.

                                   GENTLEMAN
            Your majesty, perhaps her mood needs to be pitied?  She goes
            on about her father and how the world's corrupt; she beats
            her breast and speaks doubts that carry half sense.  Her use
            of speech is unshaped, yet it moves some.  Others yawn, and
            botch an idea to fit their own.  Her gestures make one think
            there're whole thoughts beneath it all.  Nothing's certain
            except how unhappily it sounds.

                                   HORATIO
            Perhaps some good if she were spoken with, your majesty.

                                   GERTRUDE
            Let her come in.

                                   (Gentleman bows/exits.)

                                   GERTRUDE (CONT'D)
            To my sick soul, as true as nature is, how each new sin can
            lead to some great amiss:  so full of artless jealousy-
            guilt: it spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

                                   (Gentleman/Ophelia enter.)
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                                   OPHELIA
            Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark?

                                   GERTRUDE
            Ophelia.

                                   OPHELIA
                          (singing)
            "How should I your true love know From another one?  By his
            cockle hat and staff, And his sandal shoon."

                                   GERTRUDE
            Lady, why are you singing this?

                                   OPHELIA
            Soft you--the song!  "He is dead and gone, lady, he is dead
            and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a
            stone."  Oh!
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                                   GERTRUDE
            Ophelia!

                                   OPHELIA
            "White his shroud as the mountain snow."

                                   (Enter Claudius.)

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