Ophelia: larded with 'sweet flower; which bewept to the grave did go with true-love showers. Claudius: how do you, pretty lady? ophelia: well, god 'ild you! they say the owl was a baker's daughter. Lord! we know what we are, but know not what we may be. God be at your table! which words describe ophelia in the excerpt? select 3 options. Muddled controlling illogical deceitful melancholy.
