Weigh what convenience, both of time and | But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call deans, them: [weeds May fit us to our shape: if this should fail, There on the pendent boughs her coronet And that our drift look through our bad per- Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke; formance, [ject When down her weedy trophies, and herself, 'Twere better not assay'd: therefore this pro-Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread Should have a back, or second, that might hold, If this should blast in proof*. Soft,-let me [nings +, see: We'll make a solemn wager on your cun- noise? Enter Queen. How now, sweet queen? Queen. One woe doth tread upon another's heel, [Laertes. So fast they follow:-Your sister's drown'd, Laer. Drown'd! O, where? [brook, Queen. There is a willow grows ascaunt the That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; Therewith fantastic garlands did she makeOf crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples ¶, That liberal** shepherds give a grosser name, wide; And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up: Laer. Laer. Too much of water hast thou, poor And therefore I forbid my tears: But yet The woman will be out .-Adieu, my lord! ACT V. SCENE I-A Church-yard. Enter Two Clowns, with Spades, &c. 1 Clo, Is she to be buried in christian burial, that wilfully seeks her own salvation? [Exeunt. 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. 1 Clo. Why, there thou say'st: And the more pity; that great folks shall have counte2 Clo. I tell thee, she is; therefore makenance in this world to drown or hang themher grave straight : the crowner hath set on her, and finds it christian burial. 1 Clo. How can that be, unless she drowned herself in her own defence? 2 Clo. Why, 'tis found so. selves, more than their even christian. Come, my spade. There is no ancient gentlemen bui gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers; they hold up Adam's profession. 2 Clo. Was he a gentleman? 1 Clo. He was the first that ever bore arms. 2 Clo. Why, he had none. 1 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 1 Clo. What, art a heathen? How dost thou hath three branches; it is, to act, to do, and understand the scripture? The scripture says, to perform: Argal, she drowned herself wit-Adam digged; Could he dig without arms? tingly. I'll put another question to thee: if thou an2 Clo. Nay, but hear you, goodman delver.swerest me not to the purpose, confess thy1 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? 1 Clo. Ay, marry is't; crowner's-quest law. self 2.Clo. Go to. 1 Co. 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. 1 Clo. I like thy wit well, in good faith; the gallows does well: But how does it well? i does well to those that do ill: now thou dost As fire-arms sometimes burst in proving their strength. + Skill. 6 A cup for the purpose. Thrust. Orchis morio mas. Insensible. Tears will flow. 55 Immediately. 4 Fellow. Presented. **Licentious. 1 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, lasts till doomsday. Go, get thee to Yaughan, and fetch me a stoup of liquor. [Exit 2 Clown. 1 Clown digs, and sings. In youth when I did love, did lovet, 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. 1 Clo. But age, with his stealing steps, Hath claw'd me in his clutch, And hath shipped me into the land, As if I had never been such. 'Throws up a scull. Ham. That scull had a tongue in it, and could sing once: How the knave jowls it to the ground, as if it were Cain's jaw-bone, that did the first murder! This might be the pate of a politician, which this ass now o'er-reaches; one that would circumvent God, might it not? Hor. It might, my lord. dits now, his quillets, his cases, his tenures, and his tricks? "why does he suffer this rude knave now to knock him about the sconce T with a dirty shovel, and will not tell him of his action of battery? Humph! This fellow might be in's time a great buyer of land, with his statutes, his recognizances, 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? Hor. Not a jot, my lord. Ham. Is not parchment made of sheepskins? Hor. Ay, my lord, and of calves' 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? 1 Clo. Mine, sir. O, 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. 1 Clo. You lie out on't, sir, and therefore it is not your's: for my part, I do not lie in't, 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. 1 Clo. 'Tis a quick lie, sir; 'twill away again, from me to you. Ham. What man dost thou dig it for? 1 Clo. For none neither. Ham. Who is to be buried in't? 1 Clo. One, that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she's dead. Ham. How absolute the knave is! we must Ham. Or of a courtier; which would say, Good-morrow, my sweet lord! How dost thou, good lord? This might be my lord such-a-speak by the card **, or equivocation will undo one, that praised my lord such-a-one's horse, when he meant to beg it; might it not? Hor. Ay, my lord. Ham. Why, e'en so: and now my lady Worm's; chapless, and knocked about the mazzard 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 loggatst with them? mine ache to think on't. 1 Clown. 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? 1 Clo. Of all the days i'the year, I came to't that day that our last king Hamlet overcame Fortinbras. Ham. How long's that since? 1 Clo. Cannot you tell that? every fool can tell that: It was that very day that young A pick-axe, and a spade, a spade, [Sings. Hamlet was born: he that is mad, and sent For-and a shrouding-sheet: 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, 'tis no great matter there. in Percy's Reliques of Ancient English Poetry, An ancient game played as quoits are at present. **By the compass, or chart ¶ Head. 4 S Ham. Why? hood to lead it: As thus; Alexander died, 1 Clo. Twill not be seen in him there: there Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth the men are as mad as he. Ham. How came he mad? 1 Clo. Very strangely, they say. Ham. How strangely? 1 Clo. 'Faith, e'en with losing his wits. Ham. Upon what ground? 1 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? 1 Clo. 'Faith, if he be not rotten before he die, (as we have many pocky corses now-adays, that will scarce hold the laying in,) he will las. you some eight year, or nine year : a tanner will last you nine year. Hum. Why be more than another? 1 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 scull now hath lain you i'the earth three-and-twenty to dust; the dust is earth; of earth we make Enter Priests, &c., in Procession; the Corpse [Retiring with HORATIO. A very noble youth: Mark. That is Laertes, Laer. What ceremony else? [enlarged Yet here she is allow'd her virgin crants ++, Laer. Must there no more be done? No more be done! Laer. Ham. Alas! poor Yorick !-I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most ex-Of bell and burial. cellent 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.—Pr’ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think, Alexander look'd o'this fashion i'the earth? Hor. E'en so. [Throws down the scull. Hor. E'en so, my lord. Ham. To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander, till he find it stopping a bung-hole? Hor. Twere to consider too curiously, to consider so? Ham. No faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither with modesty enough, and likeli Lay her i'the earth;- Ham. I hoped, thou shouldst have been my Hamlet's Countenance, complexion. + Imperial. Ham. [Advancing.] What is he, whose grief Blast. row Bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sor- Ham. Thou pray'st not well. Hamlet, Hamlet! Good my lord, be quiet. Queen. For love of God, forbear him. Woul't drink up Esil? eat a crocodile? I'll do't.-Dost thou come here to whine? Queen. This is mere madness: Ham. Hear you, sir; What is the reason that you use me thus? I loved you ever: But it is no matter; Let Hercules himself do what he may, The cat will mew, and dog will have his day. [Exit. King. I pray thee, good Horatio, wait upon him. [Exit HORATIO. Strengthen your patience in our last night's speech; [To LAERTES. We'll put the matter to the present push.Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son. This grave shall have a living monument: An hour of quiet shortly shall we see; fill then, in patience our proceeding be. Ham. Up from my cabin, more leisure. But wilt thou hear now how I did proceed? [lanies, Ham. Being thus benetted round with vil- Hor. tents, Without debatement further, more, or less, Hor. How was this seal'd? Ham. Why, even in that was heaven ordiI had my father's signet in my purse, [nant; Which was the model *** of that Danish seal: Folded the writ up in form of the other; Subscribed it; gave't the impression; placed it SCENE II. A Hall in the Castle. safely, [day Enter HAMLET and HORATIO. The changeling never known: Now, the next Ham. So much for this, sir: now shall you Was our sea-fight; and what to this was se see the other;— [Exeunt. Thou know'st already. [quent tit Eisel is vinegar; but Mr. Steevens conjectures the word should be Weisel, a river which alls into the Baltic ocean. Hatched. Mutineers. Fetters and handcuffs brought from Bilboa, in Spain. Fail. Garnished. ** Bugbears. Looking over. Before. Statesmen. A note of connexion. ¶¶ Confessing. *** Copy. ttt Following Hor. So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go Ham. It will be short: the interim is mine; Hor. Peace; who comes here? Osr. Your lordship is right welcome back to Ham. I humbly thank you, sir.-Dost know this water-fly? Hor. No, my good lord. Ham. Thy state is the more gracious; for 'tis a vice to know him: He hath much land, and fertile: let a beast be lord of beasts, and his crib shall stand at the king's mess: 'Tis a chough; but, as I say, spacious in the possession of dirt. Osr. Sweet lord, if your lordship were at leisure, I should impart a thing to you from his majesty. Ham. I will receive it, sir, with all diligence of spirit: Your bonnet to his right use; 'tis for the head. Osr. I thank your lordship, 'tis very hot. Ham. No, believe me, 'tis very cold; the wind is northerly. Osr. It is indifferent cold, my lord, indeed. Ham. But yet, methinks it is very sultry and hot; or my complexion Osr. Exceedingly, my lord; it is very sultry,-as 'twere,-I cannot tell how-My lord, his majesty bade me signify to you, that he has laid a great wager on your head: Sir, this is the matter, Osr. Nay, good my lord; for my ease, in good faith. Sir, here is newly come to court, Laertes: believe me, an absolute gentleman, full of most excellent differences ¶, of very soft society, and great showing: Indeed, to speak feelingly of him, he is the card ** or calendar of gentry, for you shall find in him the continent + of what part a gentleman would see. Ham. Sir, his definement suffers no perdition in you;-though, I know, to divide him inventorily, would dizzy the arithmetic of me. mory; and yet but raw neither, in respect of his quick sail. But, in the verity of extolment, I take him to be a soul of great article; and his infusion of such dearth and rareness, as, to make true diction of him, his semblable is his mirror; and, who else would trace him, his umbrage, nothing more # Osr. Your lordship speaks most infallibly of him. Hor. His purse is empty already; all his Osr. I know, you are not ignorant- Osr. You are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes is Ham. I dare not confess that, lest I should compare with him in excellence; but, to know a man well, were to know himself. Osr. I mean, sir, for his weapon; but in the imputation laid on him by them, in his meed¶¶ he's unfellowed. Ham. What's his weapon? Ham. That's two of his weapons: but, well. Osr. The king, sir, hath wagered with him six Barbary horses: against the which he has impawned *** as I take it, six French rapiers and poniards, with their assigns, as girdle, hangers ttt, and so: Three of the carriages, in faith, are very dear to fancy, very responsive to the hilts, most delicate carriages, and of very liberal conceit. Ham. What call you the carriages? Hor. I knew, you must be edified by the margent, ere you had done. Osr. The carriages, sir, are the hangers. Ham. The phrase would be more german $$$ Ham. I beseech you, rememberto the matter, if we could carry a cannon by [HAMLET moves him to put on his Hat. our sides; I would, it might be hangers till then. *Requite. + For count some Editors read court. A bird like a jackdaw. The affected phrase of the time. **Compass or chart. The country and pattern for imitation. of the court jargon of that time. Mentioning. Waterflies are gnats. Distinguishing excellencies. This speech is a ridicule ¶ Praise. Recommend. *** Imponed, put down, staked: ttt That part of the belt by which the sword was suspended. Margin of a book which contains explanatory notes. $$$ A-kin. |