G i d g e t W i d g e t

I hope all will be well. We must be patient: but I
cannot choose but weep, to think they should lay him
i’ the cold ground. My brother shall know of it:
and so I thank you for your good counsel. Come, my
coach! Good night, ladies; good night, sweet ladies;
good night, good night.

Ophelia’s last words to King Claudius and Queen Gertrude. She is then escorted out by Horatio. We do not see her alive again.