Read the passage from Hamlet, Act I, Scene v.Ophelia: And, with his other hand thus o’er his brow, He falls to such perusal of my face As he would draw it. Long stay’d he so; At last, a little shaking of mine arm, And thrice his head thus waving up and down, He rais’d a sigh so piteous and profound That it did seem to shatter all his bulk And end his being.