Ophelia
I think nothing, my lord.
O, woe is me, to have seen what I have seen, see what I see!
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!
Alack and fie for shame!
Young men will do 't, if they come to 't;
By cock, they are to blame.
There's fennel for you, and columbines: there's rue for you; and here's some for me: we may call it herb-grace o' Sundays: O you must wear your rue with a difference. There's a daisy: I would give you some violets, but they withered all when my father died: they say he made a good end...
No better way to ward off the homesickness than by playing a suicidal Shakespearean heroine for four weeks. I'M PLAYING OPHELIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's about time I had a mental breakdown onstage for all to see.
O, woe is me, to have seen what I have seen, see what I see!
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!
Alack and fie for shame!
Young men will do 't, if they come to 't;
By cock, they are to blame.
There's fennel for you, and columbines: there's rue for you; and here's some for me: we may call it herb-grace o' Sundays: O you must wear your rue with a difference. There's a daisy: I would give you some violets, but they withered all when my father died: they say he made a good end...
No better way to ward off the homesickness than by playing a suicidal Shakespearean heroine for four weeks. I'M PLAYING OPHELIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's about time I had a mental breakdown onstage for all to see.