Hamlet (1948)

Jean Simmons: Ophelia, and Daughter

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• Hamlet, Prince of Denmark : Lady, shall I lie in your lap?

  Ophelia - and Daughter : No, my lord.

  Hamlet, Prince of Denmark : I mean my head upon your lap.

  Ophelia - and Daughter : Aye, my lord.

  Hamlet, Prince of Denmark : Do you think I meant country matters?

  Ophelia - and Daughter : I think nothing, my lord.

  Hamlet, Prince of Denmark : That's a fair thought to lie between maid's legs.

  Ophelia - and Daughter : What is, my lord?

  Hamlet, Prince of Denmark : Nothing

  Ophelia - and Daughter : You are merry, my lord.

• Ophelia - and Daughter : My lord, I have remembrance of yours that I have longed long to re-deliver. I pray you now receive them.

  Hamlet, Prince of Denmark : No, not I. I never gave you aught.

  Ophelia - and Daughter : My honoured lord, you know right well you did. And with them words of so sweet breath composed as made the things more rich. Their perfume lost, take these again. For, to the noble mind, rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. There, my lord.

  Hamlet, Prince of Denmark : Are you honest?

  Ophelia - and Daughter : My lord.

  Hamlet, Prince of Denmark : I did love you once.

  Ophelia - and Daughter : Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.

  Hamlet, Prince of Denmark : You should not have believed me. Get thee to a nunnery. Why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest, but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not born me. I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck then I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do, crawling between heaven and earth? We are arrant knaves, all. Believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery.

• Gertrude - The Queen : Why, how now, Ophelia?

  Ophelia - and Daughter : Say you? Nay, pray you, mark.

  [sings] 

  Ophelia - and Daughter : He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head, A grass green turf, At his heels, a - stone!

  [cries] 

• Gertrude - The Queen : [narrates]  There's a willow, grows aslant a brook that shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream. There with fantastic garlands did she come, of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies and long purples. There on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke, when down her weedy trophies and herself fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide, and mermaids-like a while they bore her up.

  Ophelia - and Daughter : [sings]  O shall I your true love know / From another one? / When his sandal shoon / A-hand his... / A-hand...

  Gertrude - The Queen : [continues to narrate]  But long it could not be till that her garments, heavy with their drink, pulled the poor wretch from her melodious lay to muddy death.

  The Royal Court Of Denmark - Laertes,his Son : [narrates]  Alas. Then she is drowned.

  Gertrude - The Queen : [ends to narrate]  Drowned. Drowned.

• Hamlet, Prince of Denmark : Is this a prologue or the posy of a ring?

  Ophelia - and Daughter : Tis brief, my lord.

  Hamlet, Prince of Denmark : As woman's love.

  Ophelia - and Daughter : You are keen, my lord. You are keen.

  Hamlet, Prince of Denmark : It would cost you a groaning to take off mine edge.

• Ophelia - and Daughter : [sings]  And will he not come again, And will he not come again, No, no, He is dead, Go to thy death bed, He never will come again...

• Ophelia - and Daughter : There's rosemary. That's for remembrance.

  [pause] 

  Ophelia - and Daughter : Pray you, love. Remember.

  [pause] 

  Ophelia - and Daughter : There is pansies. That's for thoughts.

  [to Claudius] 

  Ophelia - and Daughter : There's fennel for you, and columbines.

  [to Gertrude] 

  Ophelia - and Daughter : There's rue for you. And here's some for me. We may call it herbal-grace o' Sundays.

  [to Gertrude] 

  Ophelia - and Daughter : O, you must wear your rue with a difference. There's a daisy.

  [to Laertes] 

  Ophelia - and Daughter : I would give you some violets, but they withered all when my father died. They say he made a good end.

• Ophelia - and Daughter : Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be.

• Ophelia - and Daughter : Good night, ladies. Sweet ladies, good night. Good night.