Ophelia

Larded with sweet flowers; Which bewept to the grave did go With true-love showers.

Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce

than with honesty?

Let in the maid, that out a maid Never departed more.

But truly I do fear it.

There is a willow grows aslant a brook, There is a willow grows aslant a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;

Therewith fantastic garlands did she make Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, Therewith fantastic garlands did she make Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,

But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them:

There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke; When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook.

Pretty Ophelia!

MUSIC “B eathe Me”, written by Dan Carey, performed by Sía TEXT Lines spoken by or about the character of Ophelia, from “The Tragedy of Hamlet”, by William Shakespeare

The ARTISTS In order of their work’s appearance. Georg Falkenburg Unknown Dr. Huge Diamond, photograph of asylum patient Dominico Tonjetti Jean Baptiste Bertrand Madaleine Lemair ET John W. Waterhouse Robert Westall W. G. Simmonds Joseph Stella Paul Steck Ernest Herbert Auguste Preault

Ophelia Title song, written and performed by Natalie Merchant