When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide;
And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up :

Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes;
As one incapable of her own distress,
Or like a creature native and indu'd
Unto that element: but long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,

180 Pull’d the poor wretch from her melodious lay To muddy death. Laer.

Alas, then, she is drown'd? Queen. Drown'd, drown'd.

Laer. Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears: but yet

185 It is our trick; nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will : when these are gone, The woman will be out.-Adieu, my lord : I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze, But that this folly douts it.

[Exit. King.

Let's follow, Gertrude; 190 How much I had to do to calm his rage! Now fear I this will give it start again; Therefore let's follow.



SCENE I.-A Churchyard.

Enter vo Clowns with spades, etc. i Clo. Is she to be buried in Christian burial that wilfully seeks her own salvation?

2 Clo. I tell thee she is; and therefore make her grave straight: the crowner hath sat on her, and finds it Christian burial.

i Clo. How can that be, unless she drowned herself in her own defence ?

2 Clo. Why, 'tis found so.

i Clo. It must be se offendendo; it cannot be else. For here lies the point: if I drown myself wittingly, it argues an act: and an act hath three branches; it is to act, to do, and to perform : argal, she drowned herself wittingly.

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2 Clo. Nay, but hear you, goodman delver,

i Clo. Give me leave. Here lies the water; good: here stands the man; good: if the man go to this water and drown himself, it is, will he, nill he, he goes, -mark you that: but if the water come to him and drown him, he drowns not himself: argal, he that is not guilty of his own death shortens not his own life.

2 Clo. But is this law ?
i Clo. Ay, marry, is't; crowner's quest law.

2 Clo. Will you ha' the truth on't? If this had not been a gentlewoman she should have been buried out of Christian burial.

i Clo. Why, there thou say'st: and the more pity that great folk should have countenance in this world to drown or hang themselves more than their even Christian.—Come, my spade. There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers: they hold up Adam's profession. 2 Clo. Was he a gentleman?

30 I Clo. He was the first that ever bore arms. 2 Clo. Why, he had none.

i Clo. What, art a heathen? How dost thou understand the Scripture?' The Scripture says, Adam digged: could he dig without arms? I'll put another question to thee: if thou answerest me not to the purpose, confess thyself,—

2 Clo. Go to.

i Clo. What is he that builds stronger than either the mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter?

2 Clo. The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives a thousand tenants.

41 i Clo. I like thy wit well, in good faith: the gallows does well; but how does it well? it does well to those that do ill : now thou dost ill to say the gallows is built stronger than the church : argal, the gallows may do well to thee. To't again,


2 Clo. Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipwright, or a carpenter?

i Clo. Ay, tell me that, and unyoke. 2 Clo. Marry, now I can tell.

50 I Clo. To't. 2 Clo, Mass, I cannot tell.

Enter HAMLET and HORATIO, at a distance. i Clo. Cudgel thy brains no more about it, for your dull ass will not mend his pace with beating; and when you are asked this question next, say a grave-maker; the houses that



he makes last till doomsday. Go, get thee to Yaughan; fetch me a stoup of liquor.

[Exit Second Clown. In youth, when I did love, did love, [Digs and sings.

Methought it was very sweet,
To contract, O, the time, for, ah, my behove,

0, methought, there was nothing meet. Ham. Has this fellow no feeling of his business, that he sings at grave-making?

Hor. Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness.

Ham. 'Tis e'en so: the hand of little employment hath the daintier sense. I Clo. But age, with his stealing steps,

(Sings. Hath clawd me in his

clutch, And hath shipp'd me intil the land, As if I had never been such.

[Throws up a skull. Ham. That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once: how the knave jowls it to the ground, as if it were Cain's jawbone, that did the first murder! This might be the pate of a politician, which this ass now o’erreaches; one that would circumvent God, might it not ?

Hor. It might, my lord.

Ham. Or of a courtier; which could say, Good-morrow, sweet lord! How dost thou, good lord ? This might be my lord such-a-one, that praised my lord such-a-one's horse, when he meant to beg it,-might it not?

80 Hor. Ay, my lord.

Ham. Why, e’en so: and now my Lady Worm's; chapless, and knocked about the mazard with a sexton's spade: here's fine revolution, an we had the trick to see't. Did these bones cost no more the breeding but to play at loggats with 'em? mine ache to think on't. I Clo. A pick-axe and a spade, a spade,

For and a shrouding sheet :
O, a pit of clay for to be made
For such a guest is meet.

[Throws up another skull. Ham. There's another: why may not that be the skull of a lawyer? Where be his quiddits now, his quillets, his cases, his tenures, and his tricks? why does he suffer this rude knave now to knock him about the sconce with a dirty shovel, and will not tell him of his action of battery? Hum! This fellow might be in's time a great buyer of land, with his statutes, his recognisances, his fines, his double vouchers, his recoveries : is this the fine of his fines, and the recovery of


his recoveries, to have his fine pate full of fine dirt? will his vouchers vouch him no more of his purchases, and double ones too, than the length and breadth of a pair of indentures? The very conveyances of his lands will hardly lie in this box; and must the inheritor himself have no more, ha? 103

Hor. Not a jot more, my lord.
Ham. Is not parchment made of sheep-skins ?
Hor. Ay, my lord, and of calf-skins too.

Ham. They are sheep and calves which seek out assurance in that. I will speak to this fellow.-Whose grave's this, sirrah? I Clo. Mine, sir.

a pit of clay for to be made

(Sings. For such a guest is meet. Ham. I think it be thine indeed; for thou liest in't. 113

i Clo. You lie out on't, sir, and therefore it is not yours: for my part, I do not lie in't, and yet it is mine.

Ham. Thou dost lie in't, to be in't, and say it is thine: 'tis for the dead, not for the quick; therefore thou liest.

i Clo. 'Tis a quick lie, sir; 'twill away again from me to you. Ham. What man dost thou dig it for ? i Clo. For no man, sir. Ham. What woman, then? i Clo. For none, neither. Ham. Who is to be buried in't ?

i Clo. One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she's dead.

Ham. How absolute the knave is ! we must speak by the card, or equivocation will undo us. By the Lord, Horatio, these three years I have taken note of it; the age is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kibe. --How long hast thou been a grave-maker

i Clo. Of all the days i' the year, I came to't that day that our last King Hamlet o'ercame Fortinbras.

132 Ham. How long is that since ?

i Clo. Cannot you tell that? every fool can tell that: it was the very day that young Hamlet was born,-he that is mad, and sent into England.

Ham. Ay, marry, why was he sent into England ?

i Clo. Why, because he was mad: he shall recover his wits there; or, if he do not, it's no great matter there.

Ham. Why?

i Clo. 'Twill not be seen in him there ; there the men are as mad as he.



Ham. How came he mad ?
i Clo. Very strangely, they say.
Ham. How strangely?
i Clo. Faith, e'en

with losing his wits. Ham. Upon what ground?

i Clo. Why, here in Denmark : I have been sexton here, man and boy, thirty years.

Ham. How long will a man lie i' the earth ere he rot? 150

i Clo. Faith, if he be not rotten before he die,-as we have many pocky corses now-a-days, that will scarce hold the laying in, -hé will last you some eight year or nine year: a tanner will last you nine year.

Ham. Why he more than another?

i Clo. Why, sir, his hide is so tanned with his trade that he will keep out water a great while; and your water is a sore decayer of your whoreson dead body. Here's a skull now; this skull has lain in the earth three-and-twenty years.

160 Ham. Whose was it? i Clo. A mad fellow's it was: whose do you think it was? Ham. Nay, I know not.

I Clo. A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! 'a poured a flagon of Rhenish on my head once. This same skull, sir, was Yorick's skull, the king's jester.

Ham. This?
I Clo. E'en that.

168 Ham. Let me see. [Takes the skull.)-Alas, poor Yorick! -I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it.

Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols ? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that.-Prythee, Horatio, tell me one thing.

180 Hor. What's that, my lord ?

Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o this fashion.i' the earth?

Hor. E'en so.
Ham. And smelt so? pah!

[Puts down the skull. Hor. E'en so, my lord. Ham. To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Why

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