How now! what noise is that?
Re-enter OPHELIA
O heat, dry up my brains! tears, seven times salt, burn out
the sense and virtue of mine eye!– By heaven, thy madness shall be paid by
weight, Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May! Dear maid, kind sister,
sweet Ophelia!…” William Shakespeare: Hamlet
Enter Ophelia, fantastically dressed with straws and
flowers. Illustration by Walter Crane. From Flowers from Shakespeare’s Garden,
1906
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