Note: Okay… time to explain… After Ophelia goes mad, the scene that was missing for Ophelia fans!
Wooooooo it was fun to write like Shakespeare.
[Enter Ophelia]
Ophelia, just after her ravings with the court, wanders through the woods where
She comes upon a river. Kneeling upon the bank she looks into the water at
her tousled appearance.
Ophelia:
Marr'd! Fie! Thy cry of foul ravings,
Sweet child, sightless unto subtleties of court deceit.
Calming the forest be, but thy heart doth protest,
Mad? A bad turn? doth it right verify malady?
In the absence of mind, thou pauseth -
Thy fate is dolente and face only an echo.
Wherefore doth a conclusion end such as this?
Prithee tragic specter, deliver me away,
Thy words are tainted and my time wanes aroint.
Sulking image, am I deserving of this?
Bewary my breast and feel my heart mourning!
Love took another, turn'd away from the world.
Madness to keep; Madness to share with others.
My heart fails to hold up the weight of stones,
Heavy with courtly love and deaths among residents.
Sorrowful willow, why do thou weepith forever?
Memories of faint pastel haunt you as I?
Were you, as I, and turn'd away a lover?
Had he cast'd into shadows what you loved?
Did you lineage serve as a tormentor in this?
A black comedy, nay, a backdrop to my pain.
Your leaves depart, dear willow and fall away.
[Ophelia glances at the water]
Mock sun, leave me! enrobed in sable, ne'er ermine,
Thou art a hateful image of past reveries!
Thy stones of hate cast upon me like lierwite,
Leave me to my suffering and real madness.
I loved you once, sweet prince of nigh and day.
[Reaching to the image, Ophelia falls in the water]
Mew'd up ne'er to fly, and here entombed by and by,
Perchance adovocation would be enow to free
Or, mayhaps, my fate is verily set to this.
[singing]
Ah poor bird,
why art thou
singing in the shadows
at this late hour?
Anon, dear Denmark to thine own self be true,
Fare-thee-well willow, and to my prince, adieu.
[end of scene]
Translations…
Tormentor- Not exactly what you think. A 'Tormentor' is actually a drama term that actually are the curtains at the back of the stage, hiding behind the scenes acting as a backdrop. Of course it's actually supposed to be taken both ways… Puns!
Mock sun- Sundog.
sable, ne'er ermine- Sable is the fur of princes, while ermine was reserved usu. for kings only.
Lierwite- If I still remember, it's a medieval punishment for women for sexual promiscuousness.