Painted by Benjamin West RA. President of the Royal Academy
Engraved by Francis Legat Hist. Engraver to H.R.H. the Prince of Wales
‘Elsinore. King, Queen, Laertes, Ophelia, &c.’
Oph. They bore him bare-fac’d on the bier: / Hey no nonny, nonny hey nonny: / And in his grave rain’d many a tear: / Fare you well, my dove!
Laer. Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenge, / It could not move thus.
Oph. You must sing. Down-a-down, an you call him / a-down-a. O how the wheel becomes it! It is the false / steward that stole his master’s daughter.
Laer. This nothing’s more than matter.
Oph. There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance; pray / you, love, remember: and there is pansies, that’s for thoughts.
Laer. A document in madness: thoughts and remembrance fitted.
Oph. There’s fennel for you, and columbines: there’s rue / for you; and here’s some for me; we may call it herb / of grace o’ Sundays: you may wear your rue with a / difference; There’s a daisy; I would give you some / violets; but they wither’d all when my father died: / They say he made a good end. / For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy. [sings