Sordid Amok!<p>Ophelia: My lord, as I was sewing in my closet,<br>Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbrac'd,<br>No hat upon his head, his stockings foul'd,<br>Ungart'red, and down-gyved to his ankle;<br>Pale as his shirt, his knees knocking each other,<br>And with a look so piteous in purport<br>As if he had been loosed out of hell<br>To speak of horrors- he comes before me.</p><p>Polonius: That's what she said.</p><p><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/DramaticCharactersGoofOff" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>DramaticCharactersGoofOff</span></a><br><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/HashTagGames" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>HashTagGames</span></a></p>