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 tunes; 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. {Ophelia}
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up: Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes; 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. {Ophelia}
( William Shakespeare )
[ Hamlet ]
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