Ophelia

2 Jan

800px-Alexandre_Cabanel,_OpheliaYoung noblewoman of Denmark, daughter of Polonius, sister of Laertes, lust of Prince Hamlet…

Ophelia To Polonius 2.1

He took me by the wrist and held me hard;
Then goes he to the length of all his arm,
And with his other hand thus o’er his brow
He falls to such perusal of my face
As ‘a would draw it.  Long stayed he so. 
At last, a little shaking of mine arm,
And thrice his head thus waving up and down,
He raised a sigh so piteous and profound
As it did seem to shatter all his bulk
And end his being.  That done, he lets me go,
And, with his head over his shoulder turned,
He seemed to find his way without his eyes,
For out o’ doors he went without their helps,
And to the last bended their light on me. 
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