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Larded with sweet flowers; Which bewept to the grave did go With true-love showers.
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Ophelia
Larded with sweet flowers;Which bewept to the grave did go
With true-love showers.
Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce
than with honesty?
Let in the maid, that out a maidNever departed more.
But truly I do fear it.
There is a willow grows aslant a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;
Therewith fantastic garlands did she makeOf crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purplesThat liberal shepherds give a grosser name,
But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them:
There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weedsClambering to hang, an envious sliver broke;When down her weedy trophies and herselfFell in the weeping brook.
Her clothes spread wide;And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up:Which time she chanted snatches of old lauds; As one incapable of her own distress,Or like a creature native and induedUnto that element: but long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious layTo muddy death.
How now, Ophelia!Nay, but Ophelia,
Pretty Ophelia!
MUSIC“Beathe Me”, written by Dan Carey,
performed by Sía
TEXTLines spoken by or about the character of Ophelia, from “The Tragedy of Hamlet”, by
William Shakespeare
The ARTISTSIn order of their work’s appearance.
Georg FalkenburgUnknown
Dr. Huge Diamond, photograph of asylum patientDominico Tonjetti
Jean Baptiste BertrandMadaleine Lemair
ETJohn W. Waterhouse
Robert WestallW. G. Simmonds
Joseph StellaPaul Steck
Ernest HerbertAuguste Preault
OpheliaTitle song, written and performed by Natalie
Merchant