Songtext von A Hair On The Head Of John The Baptist

' Hamlet ' OPHELIA: Their perfume lost, Take these again; for to the noble mind Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. There, my lord. HAMLET: Ha, ha! are you honest? OPHELIA: My lord? HAMLET: Are you fair? OPHELIA: What means your lordship? HAMLET: I did love you once. OPHELIA: Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so. HAMLET: You should not have believed me; I loved you not. OPHELIA: I was the more deceived. HAMLET: Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? We are arrant knaves, all; believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery. OPHELIA: O, help him, you sweet heavens! HAMLET: If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Or, if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. A Hair on the Head of John the Baptist *I love you not.