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Queen. There is a willow grows ascaunt the Unto that element: but long it could not be, brook,

Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; Pulld the poor wretch from her melodious lay Therewith fantastic garlands did she make To muddy death. Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long pur- Laer. Alas then, she is drown'd ? ples,

Queen. Drown'd, drown'd. That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,

Laer. Too much of water hast thou, poor But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call Ophelia, them :

And therefore I forbid my tears : But yet There on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds It is our trick; nature her custom holds, Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke ; Let shame say what it will : when these are gone, When down her weedy trophies, and herself, The woman will be out.-Adieu, my lord ! Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze, wide;

But that this folly drowns it.

[Erit. And, mermaid-like, a while they bore her up: King. Let's follow, Gertrude : Which time, she chanted snatches of old tunes; How much I had to do to calm his rage ! As one incapable of her own distress,

Now fear I, this will give it start again; Or like a creature native and indu'd

Therefore, let's follow.



1 Clo. He was the first that ever bore arms. SCENE I.-A church yard.

2 Clo. Why, he had none.

1 Clo. What, art a heathen? How dost thou Enter two Clowns, with spades, &c. understand the scripture? The scripture says, 1 Clo. Is she to be buried in Christian burial, Adam digged: Could he dig without arms? I'll that wilfully seeks her own salvation ?

put another question to thee : if thou answerest 2 Clo. I tell thee, she is; therefore make her me not to the purpose, confess thyself grave straight : the crowner hath set on her, and 2 Clo. Go to. finds it christian burial.

1 Clo. What is he, that builds stronger than 1 Clo. How can that be, unless she drowned either the mason, the shipwright, or the carherself in her own defence ?

penter? 2 Clo. Why, 'tis found so.

2 Clo. The gallows-maker ; for that frame 1 Clo. It must be se offendendo; it cannot be outlives a thousand tenants. else. For here lies the point: If I drown my- 1 Clo. I like thy wit well, in good faith ; the self wittingly, it argues an act: and an act hath gallows does well: But how does it well ? it three branches; it is, to act, to do, and to per- does well to those that do ill: now thou dost form: Argal, she drowned herself wittingly. ill, to say, the gallows is built stronger than the

2 Clo. Nay, but hear you, goodman delver. church : argal, the gallows may do well to thee.

1 Clo. Give me leave. Here lies the water ; | To't again; come. good : here stands the man ; good : If the man 2 Clo. Who builds stronger than a mason, a go to this water, and drown himself, it is, will shipwright, or a carpenter ? ħe, nill he, he goes ; mark you that: but if the i Clo. Ay, tell me that, and unyoke. water come to him, and drown him, he drowns 2 Clo. Narry, now I can tell. not himself: Argal, he, that is not guilty of his 1 Clo. To't. own death, shortens not his own life.

2 Clo. Mass, I cannot tell. 2 Clo. But is this law ? 1 Clo. Ay, marry is't ; crowner’s-quest law.

Enter HAMLET and HORATIO, at a distance. 2 Clo. Will you ha' the truth on't? If this 1 Clo. Cudgel thy brains no more about it; for had not been a gentlewoman, she should have your dull ass will not mend his pace with beatbeen buried out of christian burial.

ing: and, when you are asked this question 1 Clo. Why, there thou say’st: and the more next, say, a grave-maker; the houses that he pity, that great folks shall have countenance in makes, last till doomsday. Go, get thee to this world to drown or hang themselves, more Yaughan, and fetch me a stoup of liquor. than their even christian. Come, my spade.

[Erit 2 Clown. There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers; they hold up Adam's

1 Clown digs, and sings. profession.

In youth, when I did love, did lore, 2 Clo. Was he a gentleman ?

Mcthought, it was very sweet,


To contract, 0, the time, for, ah, my behove, out assurance in that. I will speak to this fel0, methought, there was nothing meet. low :—Whose grave's this, sirrah?

i Clo. Mine, sir.Ham. Has this fellow no feeling of his business ? he sings at grave-making.

0, a pit of clay for to be made [Singa Hor. Custom hath made it in him a property

For such a guest is meet. of easiness.

Ham. 'Tis e'en so : the hand of little employ- Ham. I think it be thine, indeed ; for thou ment hath the daintier sense.

liest in't.

i Clo. You lie out on't, sir, and therefore it 1 Clo. But age, with his stealing steps, [Sings. is not yours: for my part, I do not lie in't, yet Hath claw'd me in his clutch,

it is mine. And hath shipped me into the land, Ham. Thou dost lie in't, to be in't, and say As if I had never been such.

it is thine : 'tis for the dead, not for the quick; [Throws up a scull. therefore thou liest.

1 Clo. 'Tis a quick lie, sir ; 'twill away again, Ham. That scull had a tongue in it, and could from me to you. sing once: How the knave jowls it to the ground, Ham. What man dost thou dig it for? as if it were Cain's jaw-bone, that did the first 1 Clo. For no man, sir. murder ! This might be the pate of a politician, Ham. What woman then ? which this ass now o'er-reaches, one that would 1 Clo. For none neither. circumvent God, might it not ?

Ham. Who is to be buried in't? Hor. It might, my lord.

i Clo. One, that was a woman, sir ; but, rest Ham. Or of a courtier; which could say, her soul, she's dead. Good-morrow, sweet lord! How dost thou, good Ham. How absolute the knave is! we must lord ? This might be my lord such-a-one, that speak by the card, or equivocation will undo us. prais'd my lord such-a-one's horse, when he By the lord, Horatio, these three years I have meant to beg it; might it not ?

taken note of it; the age is grown so picked, Hor. Ay, my lord.

that the toe of the peasant comes

so near the heel Ham. Why, e'en so : and now my lady of the courtier, he galls his kibe.—How long Worm's ; chapless, and knocked about the maz- hast thou been a grave-maker? zard with a sexton's spade: Here's fine revolu- 1 Clo. Of all the days i'the year, I came to't tion, an we had the trick to see't. Did these that day that our last king Hamlet overcanie bones cost no more the breeding, but to play at Fortinbras. loggats with them? mine ache to think on't. Ham. How long's that since ?

i Clo. Cannot you tell that? every fool can 1 Clo. A pick-axe, and a spade, a spade, [Sings. tell that: It was that very day that young HamFormand a shrouding sheet :

let was born : he that is mad, and sent into 0, a pit of clay for to be made

For such a guest is meet.

Ham. Ay, marry, why was he sent into Eng[Throws up a scull. land ?

i Clo. Why, because he was mad : he shall Ham. There's another : Why may not that recover his wits there; or, if he do not, 'tis no be the skull of a lawyer ? Where be his quiddits great matter there. now, his quillets, his cases, his tenures, and his Ham. Why? tricks ? why does he suffer this rude knave now i Clo. 'Twill not be seen in him there; there to knock him about the sconce with a dirty the men are as mad as he. shovel, and will not tell him of his action of Ham. How came he mad? battery? Humph! This fellow might be in's 1 Clo. Very strangely, they say. time a great buyer of land, with his statutes, Ham. How strangely? his recognizances, his fines, his double vouchers, 1 Clo. 'Faith, e'en with losing his wits. his recoveries : Is this the fine of his fines, and Ham. Upon what ground? the recovery of his recoveries, to have his fine i Clo. Why, here in Denmark; I have been pate full of fine dirt ? will his vouchers vouch sexton here, man and boy, thirty years. him no more of his purchases, and double ones Ham. How long will a man lie i'the earth ere too, than the length and breadth of a pair of in- he rot? dentures? The very conveyances of his lands i Clo. 'Faith, if he be not rotten before he die, will hardly lie in this box ; and must the inhe- (as we have many pocky corses now-3-days, that itor himself have no more? ha?

will scarce hold the laying in,) he will last you Hor. Not a jot more, my lord.

some eight year, or nine year: a tanner will last Ham. Is not parchment made of sheep-skins ? | you nine year. Hor. Ay, my lord, and of calves-skins too. Ham. Why he more than another? Ham. They are sheep, and calves, which seek 1 Clo. Why, sir, his hide is so tanned with his trade, that he will keep out water a great while ; | Fordo its own life. 'Twas of some estate : and your water is a sore decayer of your whore- Couch we a while, and mark. son dead body. Here's a scull now hath lain

[Retiring with Horatio. you i'the earth three-and-twenty years.

Laer. What ceremony else? Ham. Whose was it?

Ham. That is Laertes, 1 Cl. A whoreson mad fellow's it was ; Whose A very noble youth : Mark. do you think it was?

Laer. What


else? Ham. Nay, I know not.

1 Priest. Her obsequies have been as far en1 Clo. A pestilence on him for a mad rogue !

larg'd he poured a flagon of Rhenish on my head once. As we have warranty: Her death was doubtful ; This same scull, sir, was Yorick's scull, the And, but thatgreat command o’ersways the order, king's jester.

She should in ground unsanctified have lodg’d Ham. This?

[Takes the scull. Till the last trumpet; for charitable prayers, 1 Clo. E'en that.

Shards, flints, and pebbles, should be thrown on Ham. Alas, poor Yorick !I knew him, Ho- her : ratio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent Yet here she is allow'd her virgin crants, fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand Her maiden strewments, and the bringing home times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagina- Of bell and burial. tion it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung Laer. Must there no more be done? those lips, that I have kissed I know not how 1 Priest. No more be done ! oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols? We should profane the service of the dead, your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that To sing a requiem, and such rest to her were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one As to peace-parted souls. now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap- Laer. Lay her i'the earth ;fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and And from her fair and unpolluted flesh, tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this fa- May violets spring!- I tell thee, churlish priest, vour she must come ; make her laugh at that.- A minist'ring angel shall my sister be, Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing.

When thou liest howling. Hor. What's that, my lord ?

Ham. What, the fair Ophelia ! Ham. Dost thou think, Alexander looked Queen. Sweets to the sweet : Farewell ! o'this fashion i'the earth?

[Scattering flowers. Hor. E'en so.

I hop'd, thou should'st have been my Hamlet's Ham. And smelt so ? pah !

wife; [Throws down the scull. I thought, thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet Hor. E'en so, my lord.

maid, Ham. To what base uses we may return, Ho- And not have strew'd thy grave. ratio! Why may not imagination trace the noble Laer. 0, treble woe dust of Alexander, till he find it stopping a Fall ten times treble on that cursed head, bung-hole?

Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense Hor. 'Twere to consider too curiously, to con- Depriv'd thee of !-Hold off the earth a while, sider so.

Till I have caught her once more in mine arms: Ham. No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him

[Leaps into the grave. thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead ; lead it: As thus; Alexander died, Alexander Till of this flat a mountain you have made, was buried, Alexander returneth to dust; the To o'ertop old Pelion, or the skyish head dust is earth ; of earth we make loam : And why Of blue Olympus. of that loam, whereto he was converted, might Ham. [Advancing. ] What is he, whose grief they not stop a beer-barrel ?

Bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow Imperious Cæsar, dead, and turn'd to clay, Conjures the wand'ring stars, and makes them Might stop a hole to keep the wind away :

stand 0, that the earth, which kept the world in awe, Like wonder-wounded hearers ? this is I,

Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw! Hamlet the Dane. [ Leaps into the grave. But soft! but soft! aside: -Here comes the king. Laer. The devil take thy soul !

Grappling with him. Enter Priests, &c. in procession ; the corpse of

Ham. Thou pray'st not well. Ophelia, Laertes, and Mourners, follow- I pr’ythee, take thy fingers from my throat ; ing ; King, Queen, their Trains, fc.

For, though I am not splenetive and rash, The queen, the courtiers : Who is this they fol- Yet have I in me something dangerous, low?

Which let thy wisdom fear : Hold off thy hand. And with such maimed rites! This doth be- King. Pluck them asunder. token,

Queen. Hamlet, Hamlet ! The corse, they follow, did with desperate hand

All. Gentlemen,


Hor. Good my lord, be quiet.

There's a divinity that shapes our ends,
[The Attendunts part them, and they come Rough-hew them how we will.
out of the grave.

Hor. That is most certain. Ham. Why, I will fight with him upon this Ham. Up from my cabin, theme,

My sea-gown scarf'd about me, in the dark Until my eyelids will no longer wag.

Grop'd I to find out them: had my desire; Queen. O my son! what theme?

Finger'd their packet; and, in fine, withdrew Ham. I lov'd Ophelia ; forty thousand bro- To mine own room again : making so bold, thers

My fears forgetting manners, to unseal Could not, with all their quantity of love, Their grand commission; where I found, HoraMake up my sum.-What wilt thou do for her? tio, King: 0, he is mad, Laertes.

A royal knavery; an exact command, -
Queen. For love of God, forbear him. Larded with many several sorts of reasons,
Ham. 'Zounds, show me what thou'lt do: Importing Denmark's health, and England's too,
Woul't weep? woul't fight? woul't fast? woult With, ho ! such bugs and goblins in my life,-
tear thyself?

That, on the supervise, no leisure bated,
Woul't drink up Esil ? eat a crocodile ? No, not to stay the grinding of the axe,
I'll do't.-Dost thou come here to whine ? My head should be struck off.
To outface me with leaping in her grave ? Hor. Is't possible ?
Be buried quick with her, and so will I :

Ham. Here's the commission; read it at more
And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw leisure.
Millions of acres on us; till our ground, But wilt thou hear now how I did proceed?
Singeing his pate against the burning zone, Hor. Ay, 'beseech you.
Make Ossa like a wart ! Nay, an thoul't mouth, Hum. Being thus benetted round with villa-
I'll rant as well as thou.

nies, Queen. This is mere madness :

Or I could make a prologue to my brains, And thus a while the fit will work on him ; They had begun the play :-I sat me down ; Anon, as patient as the female dove,

Devis'd a new commission ; wrote it fair: When that her golden couplets are disclos’d, I once did hold it, as our statists do, His silence will sit drooping.

A baseness to write fair, and labour'd much Ham. Hear you, sir;

How to forget that learning: but, sir, now What is the reason that you use me thus ? It did me yeoman's service: Wilt thou know I lov'd you ever : But it is no matter ;

The effect of what I wrote ? Let Hercules himself do what he may,

Hor. Ay, good my lord. The cat will mew, and dog will have his day. Ham. An earnest conjuration from the king,–

[Exit. As England was his faithful tributary ; King. I


thee, good Horatio, wait upon As love between them like the palm might flouhim.

[Exit Horatio.

rish; Strengthen your patience in our last night's As peuce should still her wheaten garland wear, speech;

[To Laertes. And stand a comma 'tween their amities; We'll put the matter to the present push.- And many such like as's of great charge, Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son.- That, on the view and knowing of these contents

, This grave shall have a living monument: Without debatement further, more, or less, An hour of quiet shortly shall we see ;

He should the bearers put to sudden death, Till then, in patience our proceeding be. Not shriving-time allow'd.

[Exeunt. Hor. How was this seal'd?

Ham. Why, even in that was heaven ordinant; SCENE II.-A hall in the castle.

I had my father's signet in my purse,

Which was the model of that Danish seal: Enter HAMLET and HORATIO.

Folded the writ up in form of the other ; Ham. So much for this, sir : now shall you Subscrib’d it; gave't the impression ; plac'd it see the other ;

safely, You do remember all the circumstance? The changeling never known: Now, the next Hor. Remember it, my lord !

day Ham. Sir, in my heart there was a kind of Was our sea-fight; and what to this was sequent fighting,

Thou know'st already. That would not let me sleep: methought, I lay Hor. So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to't

. Worse than the mutines in the bilboes. Rashly, Ham. Why, man, they did make love to this And prais'd be rashness for it,-Let us know, employment; Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well, They are not near my conscience; their defeat When our deep plots do pall: and that should Does by their own insinuation grow: teach us,

'Tis dangerous, when the baser nature comes



Between the pass and fell incensed points and great showing: Indeed, to speak feelingly Of mighty opposites.

of him, he is the card or calendar of gentry, for Hor. Why, what a king is this !

you shall find in him the continent of what part Ham. Does it not, think thee, stand me now a gentleman would see. upon ?

Ham. Sir, his definement suffers no perdition He, that hath kill'd my king, and whor'd my in you ;-though, I know, to divide him invenmother;

torially, would dizzy the arithmetic of memory; Popp'd in between the election and my hopes ; and yet but raw neither, in respect of his quick Thrown out his angle for my proper life, sail. But, in the verity of extolment, I take him And with such cozenage; is't not perfect con- to be a soul of great article ; and his infusion of science,

such dearth and rareness, as, to make true dicTo quit him with this arm ? and is't not to be tion of him, his semblable is his mirror; and, damn'd,

who else would trace him, his umbrage, nothing To let this canker of our nature come In further evil ?

Osr. Your lordship speaks most infallibly of Hor. It must be shortly known to him from him. England,

Ham. The concernancy, sir ? why do we wrap What is the issue of the business there.

the gentleman in our more rawer breath? Ham. It will be short: the interim is mine; Osr. Sir? And a man's life no more than to say, one. Hor. Is't not possible to understand in anoBut I am very sorry, good Horatio,

ther tongue? You will do't, sir, really. That to Laertes I forgot myself ;

Ham. What imports the nomination of this For by the image of my cause, I see

gentleman ? The portraiture of his: I'll count his favours : Osr. Of Laertes ? But, sure, the bravery of his grief did put me Hor. His purse is empty already; all his Into a towering passion.

golden words are spent. Hor. Peace; who comes here?

Ham. Of him, sir.

Osr. I know, you are not ignorant-
Enter Osric.

Ham. I would you did, sir ; yet, in faith, if
Osr. Your lordship is right welcome back to you did, it would not much approve me ;-

Well, sir.
Ham. I humbly thank you, sir.—Dost know Osr. You are not ignorant of what excellence
this water-fly?

Laertes is-
Hor. No, my good lord.

Ham. I dare not confess that, lest I should Ham. Thy state is the more gracious ; for 'tis compare with him in excellence; but, to know a vice to know him : He hath much land, and a man well, were to know himself. fertile ; let a beast be lord of beasts, and his crib Osr. I mean, sir, for his weapon; but in the shall stand at the king's mess : 'Tis a chough ; imputation laid on him by them, in his meed but, as I say, spacious in the possession of dirt. he's unfellowed. Osr. Sweet lord, if your lordship were at lei

Ham. What's his weapon ? sure, I should impart a thing to you from his Osr. Rapier and dagger. majesty.

Ham. That's two of his weapons : but, well. Ham. I will receive it, sir, with all diligence Osr. The king, sir, hath wagered with him of spirit: Your bonnet to his right use ; 'tis for six Barbary horses : against the which he has the head.

impawned, as I take it, six French rapiers and Osr. I thank your lordship, 'tis very hot. poniards, with their assigns, as girdle, hangers,

Ham. No, believe me, 'tis very cold ; the and so : Three of the carriages, in faith, are very wind is northerly.

dear to fancy, very responsive to the hilts, most Osr. It is indifferent cold, my lord, indeed. delicate carriages, and of very liberal conceit. Ham. But yet, methinks, it is very sultry and

Ham. What call you the carriages ? hot; or my complexion

Hor. I knew, you must be edified by the marOsr. Exceedingly, my lord; it is very sultry, gent, ere you had done. -as 'twere,- I cannot tell how.—My lord, his Osr. The carriages, sir, are the hangers. majesty bade me signify to you, that he has laid Ham. The phrase would be more german to a great wager on your head : Sir, this is the mat- the matter, if we could carry a cannon by our ter,

sides ; I would, it might be hangers till then. Ham. I beseech you, remember

But, on : Six Barbary horses against six French [Hamlet moves him to put on his hat. swords, their assigns, and three liberal-conceited Osr. Nay, good my lord; for my ease, in good carriages; that's the French bet against the Dafaith. Sir, here is newly come to court, La- nish: Why is this impawned, as you call it ? ertes: believe me, an absolute gentleman, full Osr. The king, sir, hath laid, that in a dozen fo most excellent differences, of very soft society, passes between yourself and him, he shall not

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