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That may you speedily.—E'en now I've learn'd,
'Tis rumour'd you're a famous pugilist ;-
In spite of all I'd taught her,
And fell into the water.
Fast by the ankle caught her,
Slap-dash into the water.
[Exeunt. SCENE IV.
GRAVEDIGGER discovered digging a Grave.
With my dig, dig, pick-are and spade.
With my dig, dig, pick-axe and spade.
Whilst the GRAVEDIGGER is singing this Verse,
HAMLET and HORATIO enter at a distance.
Horatio. Use, Sir, is second nature.
On reflection, I think I'd do the same were I a sexton.
With my dig, dig, & c.
But the sexton builds stronger than all put together,
With my dig, dig, fc.
· Please yourself.
Hamlet. (To Gravedigger) Do'st know whose skull was this
amongst the many?
Hamlet. Alas, poor Yorick !-Sir, I knew him well-O! He was indeed a jolly roaring fellow. , Horatio, he would get dead drunk,-and after Could keep the table in a roar of laughter; The first and last was he in ev'ry row : O'th' wrong side of his mouth he's l'aughing now. Now, when Miss Prim is seated at her glass, With paints and washes to bedaub her face, Tell her, (to make her giggle at her toilette,) That, paint her face inch thick, yet death will spoil it.
(Tune—“ Dorothy Dumps.").
When depriv'd of our breath,
By that harlequin, Death,
First his magic displaces
Eyes and nose from our faces,
'Tis to him the same thing,
Whether beggar or king,—
And certain it is,
To a thing just like this,