One woe doth tread upon another's heel, So fast they follow. Your sister's drown'd, Laertes. There...View Full Monologue Text
One woe doth tread upon another's heel,
So fast they follow. Your sister's drown'd, Laertes.
There is a willow grows askant the brook
That shows his hoary leaves in the glassy stream.
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples,
That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,
But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them.
There on the pendent boughs her crownet weeds
Clamb'ring to hang, an envious sliver broke,
When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell 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 indued
Unto that element. But long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay
to muddy death.
AuthorName: William Shakespeare
Eras: 1601-1700, 1501-1600
Queen Gertrude speaks to Laertes (Ophelia's brother) and King Claudius. She reports that Ophelia had climbed into a willow tree, and then a branch broke and dropped Ophelia into the brook, where she drowned.
Rating: Suitable for all ages
Copyright Status: Public domain
CharacterName: Queen Gertrude
Age Range: 40s - Early, 40s - Late, 50s, 60s
Dialects: Standard American, Standard English