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Act 3 Scene 7
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay To muddy death.
But till that time,I do receive your offer'd love like love,And will not wrong it.
Free me so far in your most generous thoughts,That I have shot mine arrow o'er the house,And hurt my brother.
Ophelia was in the trees above the water mourning the recent death of her father. When she fell or jumped in the brook and died. It is said she showed no signs of a struggle.
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