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CLAUDIUS How do you, pretty lady?
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CLAUDIUS How are you doing, my pretty lady?
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OPHELIA Well, God'ield you! They say the owl was a
baker’s
daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but know not what
we may be. God be at your table.
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OPHELIA 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.
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CLAUDIUS Conceit upon her father.
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CLAUDIUS She’s talking about her dead father.
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OPHELIA Pray you, let’s have no words of this, but when they
ask you what it means, say you this:
(sings)
Tomorrow is Saint
Valentine’s day,
All in the morning
betime,
And I a maid at your
window,
To be your
Valentine.
Then up he rose, and donned his
clothes,
And dupped the
chamber door.
Let in the maid that out a
maid
Never departed
more.
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OPHELIA 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.
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CLAUDIUS Pretty Ophelia—
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CLAUDIUS Pretty Ophelia—
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OPHELIA
40Indeed, without an oath I’ll make an end on
’t:
(sings)
By Gis and by Saint
Charity,
Alack, and fie, for
shame!
Young men will do
’t, if they come to ’t.
By Cock, they are
to blame.
Quoth she, “Before
you tumbled me,
You promised me to
wed.”
He answers,
“So would I
ha' done, by yonder sun,
An thou hadst not
come to my bed.”
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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.”
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