How should I your true love know
From another one?
By his cockle hat and staff,
And his sandal shoon.[10]
Queen. (L.C.) Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?
Oph. Say you? nay, pray you, mark.
[Sings.]
He is dead and gone, lady,
He is dead and gone;
At his head a grass-green turf,
At his heels a stone.
Enter the KING (L.H.)
Queen. Nay, but, Ophelia,——
Oph. Pray you, mark.
[Sings.]
White his shroud as the mountain-snow,
Larded all with sweet flowers;[11]
Which bewept to the grave did go
