And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, That sucked the honey of his music vows, Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh; That unmatched form and feature of blown youth Blasted with ecstasy. O, woe is me To have seen what I have seen, see what I see! ... See what Ophelia sees in beautiful agony before, well, you know the rest...don't you? Also, blooper at the end