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And therefore I forbid my tears: But yet
But that this folly doutsa it.
Let's follow, Gertrude ;
a Douts, in the folio; in the quartos, drowns.
1 Clo. Is she to be buried in christian burial, that wilfully seeks her own sal
vation ? 2 Clo. I tell thee, she is; and therefore make her grave straighta : the crowner
hath sate on her, and finds it christian burial. 1 Clo. How can that be, unless she drowned herself in her own defence ? 2 Clo. Why, 't is found so. 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 hath three branches; it is, to act, to do, and to perform : argal, she drowned herself
wittingly. 2 Clo. Nay, but hear you, goodman delver. 1 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 24. 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 folk should have
countenance in this world to drown or hang themselves, more than their even christiana. Come, my spade. There is no ancient gentlemen but gar
deners, ditchers, and grave-makers; they hold up Adam's profession. 2 Clo. Was he a gentleman 25 ? 1 Clo. He was the first that ever bore arms. 2 Clo. Why, he had none. 1 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. 1 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. 1 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; come. 2 Clo. Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipwright, or a carpenter? 1 Clo. Ay, tell me that, and unyokeb. 2 Clo. Marry, now I can tell. 1 Clo. To 't. 2 Clo. Mass, I cannot tell.
Enter HAMLET and HORATIO at a distance.
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 gravemaker; the houses that he makes last till doomsday. Go, get thee to Yaughan; fetch me a stoup of liquor.
[Exit 2 Clown.
Methought, it was very sweet,
0, methought, there was nothing meet 26. a Eren christian-fellow-christian, equal christian. The expression is used by Chaucer. Mr. Hunter gives examples of the phrase from Strype's ' Memorials' and Wilson's ' Rhetorique.'
Unyoke-finish your work; unyoke your team.
Ham. Hath this fellow no feeling of his business, that he sings at grave
with his stealing steps,
[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 murther! It might be the pate of a politician, which this ass now o'er
reaches; one that could 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 ? Hor. Ay, my lord. Ham. Why, e'en so: and now my lady Worms; chapless, and knocked about
the mazzard with a sexton's spade : Here 's fine revolution, if we had the trick to see 't. Did these bones cost no more the breeding, but to play at
loggats with them??? mine ache to think on 't. I Clo,
A pick-axe, and a spade, a spade,
For and a shrouding sheet : 0, a pit of clay for to be made For such a guest is meet.
[Throws up a scull. Ham. There 's another! Why might not that be the scull of a lawyer ? Where
be his quidditsd 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? 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 bis fines, and the recovery of his recoveries, to have bis 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!
a Caught, in folio; in quartos, claw'd.
Intill, in folio; in quartos, into.
TRAGEDIES.- VOL. I.
Ham. They are sheep, and calves, that seek out assurance in that. I will
speak to this fellow:-Whose grave 's this, sir ? 1 Cio. Mine, sir.--
0, a pit of clay for to be made
For such a guest is meet. Ham. I think it be thine, indeed; for thou liest in 't. 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: 't is for the dead, not
for the quick; therefore thou liest. 1 Clo. 'T is a quick lie, sir; 't will away again, from me to you. Ham. What man dost thou dig it for? 1 Clo. For no man, sir. Ham. What woman, then ? 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 speak by the carda, or equivocation
will undo us. By the lord, Horatio, these three years I have taken note of it: the age is grown so picked b, 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, 1 came to 't that day that our last king
Hamlet o'ercame Fortinbras. Ham. How long is that since ? 1 Clo. Cannot you tell that? every fool can tell that: It was the very day that
young Hamlet was born : he that was mad, and sent into England. Ham. Ay, marry, why was he sent into England ? 1 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? 1 Clo. "T will not be seen in him; there 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,
a The card—“ the seaman's card" of Macbeth.' A sea-chart in Shakspere's time was called a card. But the drawing of the points of the compass is also called the card. Steevens and Malone differ as to whether a compass-card or a chart is here meant.
Picked, is spruce, affected, smart; to pick being the same as to trim. Some, however, think that the word was derived from picked, peaked boots, which were extravagantly long-and hence the association with the “ toe of the peasant.”