Though willingly I came
To Denmark to show my duty in your coronation
To hell,
Allegiance!
I’ll be reveng’d
Most thoroughly for my father
Dear maid -
Kind sister - sweet Ophelia
Is’t possible a young maid’s wits
Should be as mortal as an old man’s life?
Too much of water,
Hast thou, poor Ophelia, and therefore I forbid my tears
From her fair
And unpolluted flesh may violets spring
I am justly kill’d
With mine own treachery
Mine and my father’s death
Come not upon thee, nor thine on me