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
Claudius Wherein, necessity, of matter beggared, Will nothing stick our persons to arraign In ear and ear. Oh, my dear Gertrude, this, Read more about popup_note_index_item 4911
