Solea Pfeiffer performs as Ophelia in The Public Theater's "Hamlet"

Sing!

'A-down a-down, and you call him a-down-a.'

O, how the wheel becomes it!

It is the false steward, that stole his master's daughter.

This nothing's more than matter.

There's rosemary, that's for remembrance.

Pray you, love, remember.

There is pansies, that's for thoughts.

A document in madness!

Thoughts and remembrance fitted.

There's fennel for you, and columbines.

There's rue for you.

Theres rue for you!

And some for me.

We may call it herb of grace o' Sundays.

You must wear yours with a difference.

There's a daisy.

I would give you violets, but they wither'd all when my father died.

♪ For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.

♪ Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself, she turns to favor and to prettiness.

♪ And will he not come again?

He will not come again.

♪ ♪ No, no, he is dead ♪ ♪ Gone to his deathbed ♪ ♪ His beard was white as snow ♪ ♪ His hair like yellow corn ♪ ♪ He is gone, he is gone, He is gone ♪ ♪ And we cast away moan.

God 'a'mercy on his soul!

♪ And of all Christian souls, I pray God.

God be with you.