Ophelia You must sing "a-down, a-down," an you call him "a-down-a." Oh, how the wheel becomes it! It is the false steward that stole his master's daughter. Read more about popup_note_index_item 4918
Laertes By heaven, thy madness shall be paid by weight Till our scale turns the beam. Oh rose of May, Read more about popup_note_index_item 4916
