Hamlet 4.7.

(K) But Stay, What noise? One woe doth tread upon another’s heal so fast they follow. Your sister’s drowned Laertes
(L) Drowned oh where There is a willow grows askant the brook, that shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream: Therewith fantastic garlands did she make of crowflowers, nettles daisies and long purples, That liberal shepards do give a grosser name, but our cold maids do dead man’s fingers call them.
Monologue Part 2 There on pendent bough her crownet weeds clamb’ring to hang an envious sliver broke. When down her weedy trophies and herself fell into the weeping brook
Part 3 (into the weeping brook…) Her clothes spread wide and mermaidlike, a while they bore her up, Which time she chanted snatches of old laudes as one incapable of her own distress or like a creature native and indued unto that element.
part 4 (indued unto that element…) but long it could not be til that her garmets, heavy with their drink pulled the poor wretch from her melodious lay to muddy death

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