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Collected from all simples that have virtue
King. Let's further think of this :—
purpose may hold there.-But stay, what noise? Enter QUEEN.
Queen. One woe doth tread upon another's heel, So fast they follow :-Your sister's drown'd, Laertes.
Laer. Drown'd! O, where?
Queen. There is a willow grows ascaunt the brook,
Laer. I forbid my tears: But yet
I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze,
King. How much I had to do to calm his rage! Now fear I, this will give it start again. [Exeunt.
ACT THE FIFTH.
Enter two GRAVEDIGGERS.
1. Graved. Is she to be buried in christian burial, that wilfully seeks her own salvation?
2 Graved. I tell thee, she is; therefore, make her grave straight: the crowner hath set on her, and finds it christian burial.
1 Graved. How can that be, unless she drown'd herself in her own defence?
2 Graved. Why, 'tis found so.
1 Graved. 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 Graved. Nay, but hear you, goodman delver;— 1 Graved. 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 Graved. But is this law?
1 Graved. Ay, marry is't; crowner's-quest law.
2 Graved. Will you ha' the truth on't? If this had
not been a gentlewoman, she should have been bury'd out of christian burial.
1 Graved. Why, there thou say'st: And the more pity, that great folks should have countenance in this world to drown or hang themselves, more than their even christian. Come; my spade. There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and gravemakers; they hold up Adam's profession.
2 Graved. Was he a gentleman?
1 Graved. He was the first that ever bore arms. I'll put a question to thee: if thou answer'st me not to the purpose, confess thyself
2 Graved. Go to.
1 Graved. What is he, that builds stronger than either the mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter?
2 Graved. The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives a thousand tenants.
1 Graved. 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 Graved. Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipwright, or a carpenter?
i Graved. Ay, tell me that, and unyoke.
Enter Hamlet and HORATIO, at a Distance.
1 Graved. Cudgel thy brains no more about it; for your dull ass will not mend his pace with beating and, when you are ask'd this question next, say, a grave-maker; the houses, that he makes, last till doomsday. Go, get thee to Yaughan, and fetch me a stoup of liquor. [Exit Second GRAVEDIGGER. The GRAVEDIGGER digs and sings.
In youth when I did love, did love,
Methought, it was very sweet,
O, methought, there was nothing meet.
Ham. Has this fellow no feeling of his business? He sings in grave-making.
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.
But age, with his stealing steps, ,
Hath claw'd me in his clutch,
[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 over-reaches; one that would circumvent Heaven, might it not? [The GRAVEDIGGER throws
Bones. Hor. It might, my lord.
Ham. Did these bones cost no more the breeding, but to play at loggats with them? mine ache to think on't.
A pick-are 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 another Scull.
Ham. There's another: Why may not that be the scull of a lawyer ? Where be his quiddits 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!- I will speak to this fellow: -Whose grave's this, sirrah? Graved. Mine, sir,
For such a guest is meet. Ham. I think it be thine, indeed ; for thou liest in it.
Graved. You lie out on't, sir, and therefore it is not yours: for my part, I do not lie in't, yet it is mine.
Ham. Thou dos't lie in't, to be in't, and say, it is thine: 'tis for the dead, not for the quick; therefore thou liest.
Graved. 'Tis a quick lie, sir; 'twill away again, from me to you.
Ham. What man dost thou dig it for?