I’ll remember what you’ve said, and take it to heart. But my dear brother, you’re like a hypocritical preacher, showing others the steep and thorny way to heaven while he himself, a bloated, reckless libertine, treads the primrose path of dalliance and doesn’t practice what he preaches.

(Panicked/Distraught) He grabbed my wrist and held it tight. Then he withdrew to his full arm’s length and, with his other hand over his forehead, like this…he began examining my face so intensely, as though he was going to draw it. He stayed like that for a long time. Eventually, after shaking my arm a little, and waving his head up and down three times, he sighed so sadly and deeply that it seemed to shake his whole body to death. Then he let go of me and, still staring at me, he turned his body and made his way to the door without watching where he was going because he didn’t take his eyes off me until he had gone.

(*Sing Any Section From Ophelia’s Song; Link In Her Description To An Example. 

Note: The song can be sung in any way. The link is just a suggestion on one way to sing it.)