Queen. Drown'd, drown'd. Laer. Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears: but yet It is our trick; Nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will: when these are gone. I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze, [Exit. King. Let's follow, Gertrude. How much I had to do to calm his rage! Now fear I, this will give it start again; Therefore let's follow. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. A churchyard. Enter TWO CLOWNS, with spades, &c. 1 Clown. Is she to be buried in christian burial that wilfully seeks her own salvation? 2 Clown. I tell thee she is, therefore make her grave straight:1 the crowner hath set on her, and finds it christian burial. 1 Clown. How can that be unless she drowned herself in her own defence? 1 Immediately. 2 Clown. Why, 'tis found so. 1 Clown. 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 Clown. Nay, but hear you, goodman delver. 1 Clown. 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 Clown. But is this law? 1 Clown. Ay, marry, is 't; crowner's quest law. 2 Clown. Will you ha' the truth on't? If this had not been a gentlewoman, she should have been buried out of christian burial. 1 Clown. Why, there thou sayest: and the more pity, that great folks shall have countenance in this world to drown or hang themselves, more than their even1 christian. Come; my spade. There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers; they hold up Adam's profession. 2 Clown. Was he a gentleman ? 1 Clown. He was the first that ever bore arms. 2 Clown. Why, he had none. 1 Fellow. 1 Clown. 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 Clown. Go to. 1 Clown. What is he, that builds stronger than either the mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter ? 2 Clown. The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives a thousand tenants. 1 Clown. 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 Clown. Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipwright, or a carpenter? 1 Clown. Ay, tell me that, and unyoke.1 2 Clown. Marry, now I can tell. 1 Clown. To 't. 2 Clown. Mass, I cannot tell. Enter HAMLET and HORATIO, at a distance. 1 Clown. 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 : 1 Give over. last till doomsday. Go, get thee to Yaughan, and fetch me a stoup of liquor. 1 Clown digs and sings. [Exit 2 Clown. 'In youth when I did love, did love,1 Methought, it was very sweet, To contract; O, the time, for, ah, my behove Ham. Has this fellow no feeling of his business? he sings at grave-making. Ho. Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness. Ham. 'Tis ev'n so: the hand of little employment hath the daintier sense. 1 Clown. But age, with his stealing steps, And hath shipped me into the land, [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 jawbone, 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? This song was written by Lord Vaux, and is printed intire in Percy's Reliques of Ancient English Poetry. Ho. 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? Ham. Why, ev'n 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 loggats 1 with them? mine ache to think on 't. 1 1 Clown. A pickaxe, and a spade, a spade, 3 For-and a shrouding sheet: [sings. O, a pit of clay for to be made Ham. There's another. Why may not that be the scull of a lawyer? Where be his quiddits 2 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 recognisances, his fines, An ancient game resembling quoits. 2 Subtilties. 3 Nice and frivolous distinctions. |