Act IV, Scene v: Lines 76-90 of 254
The platform.
An thou hadst not come to my bed.
King ClaudiusHow long hath she been thus?
OpheliaI hope all will be well. We must be patient: but I
cannot choose but weep, to think they should lay him
i' the cold ground. My brother shall know of it:
and so I thank you for your good counsel. Come, my
coach! Good night, ladies; good night, sweet ladies;
good night, good night.
King ClaudiusFollow her close; give her good watch,
I pray you.
O, this is the poison of deep grief; it springs
All from her father's death. O Gertrude, Gertrude,
When sorrows come, they come not single spies

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