Drowned. Drowned

Gertrude - The Queen:

[narrates]
There's a willow, grows aslant a brook that shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream. There with fantastic garlands did she come, of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies and long purples. 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. Her clothes spread wide, and mermaids-like a while they bore her up. Ophelia - and Daughter:
[sings]
O shall I your true love know / From another one? / When his sandal shoon / A-hand his... / A-hand... Gertrude - The Queen:
[continues to narrate]
But long it could not be till that her garments, heavy with their drink, pulled the poor wretch from her melodious lay to muddy death. The Royal Court Of Denmark - Laertes,his Son:
[narrates]
Alas. Then she is Drowned. Gertrude - The Queen:
[ends to narrate]
Drowned. Drowned