[Sidenote: good dild you,[1]]
Owle was a Bakers daughter.[2] Lord, wee know
what we are, but know not what we may be. God
be at your Table.

[Sidenote: 174] _King_. Conceit[3] vpon her Father.

_Ophe_. Pray you let's haue no words of this: [Sidenote: Pray lets]
but when they aske you what it meanes, say you
this:

[4] _To morrow is S. Valentines day, all in the morning betime,
And I a Maid at your Window to be your Valentine.
Then vp he rose, and don'd[5] his clothes, and dupt[5] the chamber dore,
Let in the Maid, that out a Maid, neuer departed more._

_King_. Pretty _Ophelia._

_Ophe_. Indeed la? without an oath Ile make an
[Sidenote: Indeede without]
end ont.[6]

_By gis, and by S. Charity,
Alacke, and fie for shame:
Yong men wil doo't, if they come too't,
By Cocke they are too blame.
Quoth she before you tumbled me,
You promis'd me to Wed:
So would I ha done by yonder Sunne_, [Sidenote: (He answers,) So would]
_And thou hadst not come to my bed._

_King_. How long hath she bin this? [Sidenote: beene thus?]

_Ophe_. I hope all will be well. We must bee
patient, but I cannot choose but weepe, to thinke
they should lay him i'th'cold ground: My brother
[Sidenote: they wouid lay]
shall knowe of it, and so I thanke you for your
good counsell. Come, my Coach: Goodnight
Ladies: Goodnight sweet Ladies: Goodnight,
goodnight. _Exit_[7]

[Footnote 1: _1st Q_. 'God yeeld you,' that is, _reward you_. Here we
have a blunder for the contraction, 'God 'ild you'--perhaps a common
blunder.]

[Footnote 2: For the silly legend, see Douce's note in _Johnson and
Steevens_.]

[Footnote 3: imaginative brooding.]

[Footnote 4: We dare no judgment on madness in life: we need not in
art.]

[Footnote 5: Preterites of _don_ and _dup_, contracted from _do on_ and
_do up_.]

[Footnote 6: --disclaiming false modesty.]

[Footnote 7: _Not in Q_.]

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_King_. Follow her close,
Giue her good watch I pray you:
Oh this is the poyson of deepe greefe, it springs
All from her Fathers death. Oh _Gertrude, Gertrude_,
[Sidenote: death, and now behold, o _Gertrard, Gertrard_,]
When sorrowes comes, they come not single spies,[1]
[Sidenote: sorrowes come]
But in Battaliaes. First, her Father slaine, [Sidenote: batta