Hamlet
Taken from the movie hamlet: Hamlet Act 2,Scene 1
OPHELIA
as I was sewing in my closet,
Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbraced;
Pale as his shirt; And with a look so piteous in purport
As if he had been loosed out of hell
To speak of horrors,--he comes before me.
He took me by the wrist and held me hard;
Then goes he to the length of all his arm;
And, with his other hand thus o'er his brow,
He falls to such perusal of my face
As he would draw it. Long stay'd he so;
At last, a little shaking of mine arm
And thrice his head thus waving up and down,
He raised a sigh so piteous and profound
As it did seem to shatter all his bulk
And end his being: that done, he lets me go:
And, with his head over his shoulder turn'd,
He seem'd to find his way without his eyes;
For out o' doors he went without their helps,
And, to the last, bended their light on me. |