Hamlet

How are you doing, my pretty lady?

I’m quite well, and may God give you what you deserve. They say the baker’s daughter was turned into an owl for refusing Jesus' bread. My lord, we know what we are now, but not what we may become. May God be at your table.

She’s talking about her dead father.

Oh, let’s not talk about that, but when they ask you what it means, just say:

(sings)

 Tomorrow is St. Valentine’s Day

  And early in the morning

 I’m a girl below your window

  Waiting to be your Valentine.

 Then he got up and put on his clothes

  And opened the door to his room.

 He let in the girl, and when she left

  She wasn’t a virgin anymore.

Pretty Ophelia—

Hang on, I’ll end it soon, I promise:

(sings)

 By the name of Jesus and Saint Charity,

  My goodness, what a shame it is,

 Young men will do it if they get a chance:

  By God, they’re very bad.

 She said, “Before you got me into bed,

  You promised to marry me.”

 He answers:

 “I would have married you, I swear,

  If you hadn’t gone to bed with me.”