INT. OPHELIA’S ROOM – NIGHT
OPHELIA
I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another. I’ll give thee this plague for thy dowry. Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages. Wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. (Sings) At his head a grass green turf, at his heels a stone.
Ophelia sits on her chair making garlands of flowers. Her hands bleed from handling thorns. She is now wearing the wedding dress from the previous scene with Hamlet. It is still torn and hangs over her shoulder almost revealing her breast. Her make-up is overdone and grotesque. Her lipstick and mascara are smeared but she looks very calm. The trees outside her window have pushed through the bars and her books are scattered including the picture book which lies open. The dolls are now mostly cut open and piled randomly like corpses on the shelf. Flowers are strewn over the table and the entire floor. She is talking to herself.
OPHELIA
I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another. I’ll give thee this plague for thy dowry. Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages. Wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. (Sings) At his head a grass green turf, at his heels a stone.
INT. OPHELIA’S ROOM – NIGHT
OPHELIA
I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another. I’ll give thee this plague for thy dowry. Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages. Wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. (Sings) At his head a grass green turf, at his heels a stone.
Ophelia sits on her chair making garlands of flowers. Her hands bleed from handling thorns. She is now wearing the wedding dress from the previous scene with Hamlet. It is still torn and hangs over her shoulder almost revealing her breast. Her make-up is overdone and grotesque. Her lipstick and mascara are smeared but she looks very calm. The trees outside her window have pushed through the bars and her books are scattered including the picture book which lies open. The dolls are now mostly cut open and piled randomly like corpses on the shelf. Flowers are strewn over the table and the entire floor. She is talking to herself.
OPHELIA
I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another. I’ll give thee this plague for thy dowry. Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages. Wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. (Sings) At his head a grass green turf, at his heels a stone.
INT. OPHELIA’S ROOM – NIGHT
OPHELIA
I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another. I’ll give thee this plague for thy dowry. Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages. Wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. (Sings) At his head a grass green turf, at his heels a stone.
Ophelia sits on her chair making garlands of flowers. Her hands bleed from handling thorns. She is now wearing the wedding dress from the previous scene with Hamlet. It is still torn and hangs over her shoulder almost revealing her breast. Her make-up is overdone and grotesque. Her lipstick and mascara are smeared but she looks very calm. The trees outside her window have pushed through the bars and her books are scattered including the picture book which lies open. The dolls are now mostly cut open and piled randomly like corpses on the shelf. Flowers are strewn over the table and the entire floor. She is talking to herself.
OPHELIA
I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another. I’ll give thee this plague for thy dowry. Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages. Wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. (Sings) At his head a grass green turf, at his heels a stone.
INT. OPHELIA’S ROOM – NIGHT
OPHELIA
I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another. I’ll give thee this plague for thy dowry. Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages. Wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. (Sings) At his head a grass green turf, at his heels a stone.
Ophelia sits on her chair making garlands of flowers. Her hands bleed from handling thorns. She is now wearing the wedding dress from the previous scene with Hamlet. It is still torn and hangs over her shoulder almost revealing her breast. Her make-up is overdone and grotesque. Her lipstick and mascara are smeared but she looks very calm. The trees outside her window have pushed through the bars and her books are scattered including the picture book which lies open. The dolls are now mostly cut open and piled randomly like corpses on the shelf. Flowers are strewn over the table and the entire floor. She is talking to herself.
OPHELIA
I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another. I’ll give thee this plague for thy dowry. Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages. Wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. (Sings) At his head a grass green turf, at his heels a stone.
INT. OPHELIA’S ROOM – NIGHT
OPHELIA
I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another. I’ll give thee this plague for thy dowry. Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages. Wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. (Sings) At his head a grass green turf, at his heels a stone.
INT. OPHELIA’S ROOM – NIGHTOphelia sits on her chair making garlands of flowers. Her hands bleed from handling thorns. She is now wearing the wedding dress from the previous scene with Hamlet. It is still torn and hangs over her shoulder almost revealing her breast. Her make-up is overdone and grotesque. Her lipstick and mascara are smeared but she looks very calm. The trees outside her window have pushed through the bars and her books are scattered including the picture book which lies open. The dolls are now mostly cut open and piled randomly like corpses on the shelf. Flowers are strewn over the table and the entire floor. She is talking to herself.
OPHELIA
I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another. I’ll give thee this plague for thy dowry. Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages. Wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. (Sings) At his head a grass green turf, at his heels a stone.
Ophelia sits on her chair making garlands of flowers. Her hands bleed from handling thorns. She is now wearing the wedding dress from the previous scene with Hamlet. It is still torn and hangs over her shoulder almost revealing her breast. Her make-up is overdone and grotesque. Her lipstick and mascara are smeared but she looks very calm. The trees outside her window have pushed through the bars and her books are scattered including the picture book which lies open. The dolls are now mostly cut open and piled randomly like corpses on the shelf. Flowers are strewn over the table and the entire floor. She is talking to herself.
OPHELIA
I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another. I’ll give thee this plague for thy dowry. Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages. Wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. (Sings) At his head a grass green turf, at his heels a stone.
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