[It's a lucky thing, in the end, that she's taken the time to brush the dirt from her dress. It means there need be no pausing or fussing when a familiar voice catches her ear, only turning in a pleased rush.]
Horatio!
[Ophelia might not be meant to speak to Hamlet, but certainly that should not stop her from speaking to another dear friend. She doesn't even pause to struggle with the possibility of overstepping her father's mandate as she sweeps closer to the young scholar.]
leave me here to cry forever
Horatio!
[Ophelia might not be meant to speak to Hamlet, but certainly that should not stop her from speaking to another dear friend. She doesn't even pause to struggle with the possibility of overstepping her father's mandate as she sweeps closer to the young scholar.]
And to think I had imagined myself alone.