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Hamlet

Act V, Scene 1

A churchyard.
 
[Enter two Clowns, with spades, etc.]
 
FIRST CLOWN
Is she to be buried in Christian burial, that wilfully seeks her own salvation?
 
SECOND CLOWN
I tell thee she is, and therefore make her grave straight, the crowner hath sat on her, and finds it Christian burial.
 
FIRST CLOWN
How can that be, unless she drowned herself in her own defense?
 
SECOND CLOWN
Why 'tis found so.
 
FIRST 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 an act to do and to perform; argal she drowned herself wittingly.
 
SECOND CLOWN
Nay but hear you goodman delver.
 
FIRST 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.
 
SECOND CLOWN
But is this law?
 
FIRST CLOWN
Aye marry is it, crowner's quest law.
 
SECOND CLOWN
Will you have the truth on it: If this had not been a gentlewoman, she should have been buried out of Christian burial.
 
FIRST CLOWN
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 Christian. Come, my spade; there is no ancient gentleman, but gardeners, ditchers and grave-makers: they hold up Adam's profession.
 
SECOND CLOWN
Was he a gentleman?
 
FIRST CLOWN
He was the first that ever bore arms.
 
SECOND CLOWN
Why he had none.
 
FIRST 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--
 
SECOND CLOWN
Go to.
 
FIRST CLOWN
What is he that builds stronger than either the mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter?
 
SECOND CLOWN
The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives a thousand tenants.
 
FIRST 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 it again, come.
 
SECOND CLOWN
Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipwright, or a carpenter?
 
FIRST CLOWN
Aye, tell me that, and unyoke.
 
SECOND CLOWN
Marry, now I can tell.
 
FIRST CLOWN
To it.
 
SECOND CLOWN
Mass, I cannot tell.
 
[Enter HAMLET and HORATIO, at a distance]
 
FIRST 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, last till doomsday: Go, get thee to Yaughan, fetch me a stoup of liquor.
 
[Exit Second Clown.  First clown digs and sings]
           ,          ,         ,          ,
      In youth | when I | did love,| did love,
           ,        2     ,      ,     oo
      Methought | it was ve|ry sweet:|
              ,             ,            ,      __
      To contract | O the time | for ah my | behove,
             ,                 ,        __    oo
      O methought | there was noth|ing meet.|
 
HAMLET
Has this fellow no feeling of his business, that he sings at grave-making?
 
HORATIO
Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness.
 
HAMLET
'Tis eene so: the hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.
 
FIRST CLOWN
[Sings]
           ,        2      ,          ,    oo
      But age | with his steal|ing steps |
              ,         ,          ,     oo
      Hath clawed | me in | his clutch:|
            ,             ,      ,          ,
      And hath | shipped^me | intil | the land,
          ,    2     ,    2       ,    oo
      As if | I had nev|er been such.|
 
[Throws up a skull]
 
HAMLET
That skull 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: It might be the pate of a politician which this ass now ore-reaches one that would circumvent God, might it not?
 
HORATIO
It might, my lord.
 
HAMLET
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?
 
HORATIO
Aye, my lord.
 
HAMLET
Why eene 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 it. Did these bones cost no more the breeding, but to play at loggats with 'em? mine ache to think on it.
 
FIRST CLOWN [Sings]
          ,        ,        ,         ,
      A pick-|axe^and | a spade,| a spade,
           ,         ,         ,     oo
      For^and | a shroud|ing sheet:|
       2   ,         ,         ,        ,
      O a pit | of clay | for to | be made,
            ,        ,          ,    oo
      For such | a guest | is meet.|
 
[Throws up another skull]
 
HAMLET
There's another: why may not that be the skull of a lawyer? Where be his quiddities 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? Hum. This fellow might be in his time a great buyer of land, with his statutes, his recognizances, his fines, his double vouchers, his recoveries: is this the fine of his fines, and the recovery of his recoveries, to have his 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?
 
HORATIO
Not a jot more, my lord.
 
HAMLET
Is not parchment made of sheepskins?
 
HORATIO
Aye my lord, and of calf-skins too.
 
HAMLET
They are sheep and calves which seek out assurance in that. I will speak to this fellow: Whose grave's this sir?
 
FIRST CLOWN
Mine sir:
 
[Sings]
       2   ,         ,         ,        ,
      O a pit | of clay | for to | be made,
            ,        ,          ,    oo
      For such | a guest | is meet.|
 
HAMLET
I think it be thine indeed: for thou liest in it.
 
FIRST CLOWN
You lie out on it sir, and therefore it is not yours: for my part, I do not lie in it; and yet it is mine.
 
HAMLET
Thou dost lie in it, to be in it and say it is thine: 'tis for the dead, not for the quick, therefore thou liest.
 
FIRST CLOWN
'Tis a quick lie sir, 'twill away gain from me to you.
 
HAMLET
What man dost thou dig it for?
 
FIRST CLOWN
For no man sir.
 
HAMLET
What woman then?
 
FIRST CLOWN
For none neither.
 
HAMLET
Who is to be buried in it?
 
FIRST CLOWN
One that was a woman sir; but rest her soul, she's dead.
 
HAMLET
How absolute the knave is? we must speak by the card, or equivocation will undo us. By the Lord Horatio, these three years I have taken a note of it, the age is grown so picked, that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he gaffs his kibe. How long hast thou been a grave-maker?
 
FIRST CLOWN
Of all the days in the year, I came to it that day that our last king Hamlet overcame Fortinbras.
 
HAMLET
How long is that since?
 
FIRST CLOWN
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.
 
HAMLET
Aye marry, why was he sent into England?
 
FIRST CLOWN
Why, because he was mad; he shall recover his wits there; or if he do not, it's no great matter there.
 
HAMLET
Why?
 
FIRST CLOWN
'Twill not be seen in him, there there the men are as mad as he.
 
HAMLET
How came he mad?
 
FIRST CLOWN
Very strangely they say.
 
HAMLET
How strangely?
 
FIRST CLOWN
Faith eene with losing his wits.
 
HAMLET
Upon what ground?
 
FIRST CLOWN
Why here in Denmark: I have been sexton here, man and boy thirty years.
 
HAMLET
How long will a man lie in the earth ere he rot?
 
FIRST CLOWN
In faith, if he be not rotten before he die (as we have many pocky corses now-a-days, that will scarce hold the laying in) he will last you some eight year, or nine year. A tanner will last you nine year.
 
HAMLET
Why he, more than another?
 
FIRST CLOWN
Why sir, his hide is so tanned with his trade, that he will keep out water a great while. And your water, is a sore decayer of your whoreson dead body. Here's a skull now: this skull, has lain in the earth three and twenty years.
 
HAMLET
Whose was it?
 
FIRST CLOWN
A whoreson mad fellow's it was;
Whose do you think it was?
 
HAMLET
Nay, I know not.
 
FIRST CLOWN
A pestilence on him for a mad rogue, he poured a flagon of Rhenish on my head once. This same skull sir, this same skull sir, was Yorick's skull, the king's jester.
 
HAMLET
This?
 
FIRST CLOWN
Eene that.
 
HAMLET
Let me see. Alas poor Yorick, I knew him Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest; of most excellent fancy, he hath borne me on his back a thousand times: and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is, my gorge rims at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come. Make her laugh at that: Prithee Horatio tell me one thing.
 
HORATIO
What's that my lord?
 
HAMLET
Dost thou think Alexander looked of this fashion in the earth?
 
HORATIO
Eene so.
 
HAMLET
And smelt so? pah!
 
HORATIO
Eene so, my lord.
 
HAMLET
To what base uses we may return Horatio. Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander, till he find it stopping a bung-hole.
 
HORATIO
'Twere to consider: too curiously to consider so.
 
HAMLET
No faith, not a jot. But to follow him thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it; as thus. Alexander died: Alexander was buried: Alexander returneth into dust; the dust is earth; of earth we make loam, and why of that loam (whereto he was converted) might they not stop a beer-barrel?
         ,   2    ,         ,           ,          ,
      Imper|ious Cae|sar, dead | and turned | to clay,
              ,        ,         ,          ,      ,
      Might stop | a hole | to keep | the wind | away:
       ,                ,             ,          ,         ,
      Oh, that | that earth,| which kept | the world | in awe,
               ,         ,      2   ,         ,          ,
      Should patch | a wall,| to expel | the wint|er's flaw.
            ,          ,       ,           ,           ,
      But soft,| but soft,| aside;| here comes | the king.
 
[Enter Priest, etc.. in procession; the Corpse of OPHELIA, LAERTES and Mourners following; CLAUDIUS, GERTRUDE, their trains, etc.]
            ,           ,    2     ,         ,          ,       ->
      The queen,| the court|iers. Who | is this | they fol||low,
       ,                   ,     ,            ,        x
      And | with such / maimed rites?| This doth | betoken,
            ,           ,       ,          ,    2      ,
      The corse | they fol|low did | with des|perate hand,
          ,        ,      ,                ,        ,
      Fordo | its own | life; 'twas | of some | estate.
        ,           ,           ,
      Couch we | awhile,| and mark.
 
[Retiring with HORATIO]
 
LAERTES
                                          ,    ,       ,  ->
                                    What cer|emon||y else?
 
HAMLET
        ,          ,     2   ,     ,        ,      __  ->
      That is | Laert|es, a ve|ry no||ble youth:| mark.
 
LAERTES
            ,    ,      ,
      What ce|remo|ny else?
 
FIRST PRIEST
           ,     ,            ,        ,         ,
      Her obs|equies | have been | as far | enlarged,
       ,   2        ,       ,           ,           ,
      As we have | warran|tise, her | death was | doubtful,
       ,     2         ,         ,        ,          ,
      And but that | great com|mand ore|sways the | order,
             ,           ,         ,      ,            ,
      She should | in ground | unsanct|ified | have lodged,
          2      ,      ,             ,    ,        x
      Till the last | trumpet.| For char|itab|le prayers,
         T       T     .   T           ,           ,         ,
      Shards, flints, and peb|bles, should | be thrown | on her:
            ,         ,       ,           ,       ,
      Yet here | she is | allowed | her virg|in rites,
            ,       ,           ,          ,         ,
      Her maid|en strew|ments, and | the bring|ing home
           ,         ,    ,
      Of bell | and bur|ial.  \\
 
LAERTES
              ,          ,         ,
      Must there | no more | be done?
 
FIRST PRIEST
                                           ,         ,
                                      No more | be done:
            ,          ,         ,        ,         ,
      We should | profane | the serv|ice of | the dead,
           ,       ,   2     ,           ,        ,
      To sing | a re|quiem, and | such^rest | to her
                ,    ,        ,
      As to / peace-part|ed souls.
 
LAERTES
                                   ,          2      ,
                                  Lay her | in the earth,
            ,          ,         ,     ,       ,
      And from | her fair | and un|pollut|ed flesh,
           ,   2      ,         ,            ,          ,
      May vi|olets spring.| I tell | thee (churl|ish priest)
         ,    3 3     ,       ,         ,       ,
      A min|istering ang|el shall | my sis|ter be,
             ,           ,
      When thou | liest^howl|ing?
 
HAMLET
                                   ,          ,      ,    2  ->
                                 What,| the fair | Ophe||lia?
 
GERTRUDE
         ,       2       ,          ,
      Sweets,| to the sweet | farewell.  \\
 
[Scattering flowers]
          ,              ,             ,        ,          ,
      I hoped | thou shouldst | have been | my Ham|let's wife:
           ,            ,      ,    2          T      T     T
      I thought | thy bride | bed to have | decked (sweet maid)
           ,            ,            ,
      And not | have strewed | thy grave.
 
LAERTES
                                              ,    2    ,
                                          O* ter|rible woe,
        T   T    T      ,                    ,     ,
      Fall ten times | treble,| on that / cursed head
              ,       ,          ,       ,         ,
      Whose wick|ed deed,| thy most | ingen|ious sense
           ,           ,         ,          ,        ,
      Deprived | thee of.| Hold off | the earth | awhile,
           ,           ,           ,      ,              ,
      Till I | have caught | her once | more in | mine^arms:
 
[Leaps into the grave]
            ,           ,      ,          ,           ,
      Now pile | your dust,| upon | the quick,| and dead,
            ,          ,        ,        ,           ,
      Till of | this flat | a mount|ain you | have made,
          ,   ,         , 2       2     ,        ,
      To ore|top old | Pelion,| or the sky|ish head
           ,      ,
      Of blue | Olym|pus.
 
HAMLET
                           ,        ,           ,
                         What | is he,| whose^grief
        T     T   .   T    ,             ,         ,      ->
      Bears such an emph|asis?| Whose phrase | of sor||row
       ,       2     ,     2     ,           ,            ,
      Con|jures the wand|ering stars,| and makes | them stand
            ,        ,        ,         ,       ,
      Like wond|er-wound|ed hear|ers? This | is I,
       ,             ,
      Hamlet | the Dane.   \\
 
LAERTES
           ,       ,          ,
      The dev|il take | thy soul.
 
HAMLET
                                          ,           ,
                                  Thou prayst | not^well,
         ,         ,         ,         ,          ,
      I prith|ee take | thy fing|ers from | my throat;
             ,             ,    ,      ,          ,
      For though | I am / not splen|itive,| and rash,
            ,        ,         ,       ,      ,
      Yet have | I some|thing in | me dang|erous,
             ,          ,         ,      ,          ,
      Which let | thy wise|ness fear.| Away | thy hand.
 
CLAUDIUS
Pluck them asunder.
 
GERTRUDE
Hamlet, Hamlet.
 
HORATIO
Good my lord be quiet.
 
[The Attendants part them, and they come out of the grave]
 
HAMLET
          ,          ,           ,      ,           ,
      Why^I | will fight | with him | upon | this theme.
         ,        ,         ,        ,       ,
      Until | my eye|lids^will | no long|er wag.
 
GERTRUDE
Oh my son, what theme?
 
HAMLET
          ,       ,   2    ,       ,        ,         2->
      I loved | Ophel|ia; for|ty thous|and broth||ers
             ,          ,            ,     ,        ,
      Could not |(with all | their quan|tity | of love)
            ,       ,                  ,   ,        ,
      Make^up | my sum.| What wilt / thou do | for her?
 
CLAUDIUS
      ,   2      ,      ,
      O he is | mad La|ertes.
 
GERTRUDE
            ,        ,           x
      For love | of God | forbear him.
 
HAMLET
             ,         ,             ,
      Come show | me what | thou'lt do.  (tri with prev two?)
              ,            ,            ,         ,     oo
      Would weep?| Would fight?| Would tear | thyself?|
              ,         ,       ,       ,      ,
      Would drink | up eis|el, Eat | a cro|codile?
        T   T  T          ,           ,         ,
      I'll do it.| Dost thou | come here | to whine;
          ,    ,              ,       ,         ,
      To out|face me | with leap|ing in | her grave?
          ,        ,           ,         ,        ,
      Be bur|ied quick | with her,| and so | will I.
           ,          ,          ,          ,           ,
      And if | thou prate | of mount|ains; let | them throw
       ,             ,      ,         ,           ,
      Millions | of ac|res on | us; till | our ground
        ,              ,        ,          ,         ,
      Singeing | his pate | against | the burn|ing zone,
            ,      ,        ,     ,                   ,
      Make Os|sa like | a wart.| Nay, and | thou'lt^mouth,
             ,         ,         ,
      I'll rant | as well | as thou.
 
GERTRUDE
                                         2     ,     ,
                                     This is mere | madness:
            ,       ,          ,           ,        ,
      And thus | awhile | the fit | will work | on him:
        ,        ,        ,    .   T  T    T
      Anon | as pa|tient as | the female dove,
        ,               ,       ,        ,          ,
      When that | her gold|en coup|lets are | disclosed;
           ,               ,    ,
      His sil|ence will / sit droop|ing.
 
HAMLET
                                           ,         ,
                                         Hear | you sir:
        ,            ,        ,         ,         ,
      What is | the reas|on that | you use | me thus?
          ,          ,      ,      2    ,    ,
      I loved | you ev|er: but | it is no | matter:
           ,     ,         ,         ,        ,
      Let^Her|cules | himself | do what | he may,
           ,          ,         ,           ,         ,
      The cat | will mew,| and dog | will have | his day.
 
[Exit]
 
CLAUDIUS
          ,          ,       ,  2    ,        x
      I pray | you good | Hora|tio wait | upon him,
         ,               ,                    ,     ,       ,
      Strengthen | your pa|tience in our // last night's speech,
             ,         ,       ,        ,         ,
      We'll put | the mat|ter to | the pres|ent push:
             ,        ,           ,     ,            ,
      Good Gert|rude set | some watch | over | your son,
             ,             ,       ,       ,     ,
      This grave | shall have | a liv|ing mon|ument:
           ,        ,       ,        ,         ,
      An hour | of qui|et short|ly shall | we see,
             ,        ,         ,        ,        ,
      Till then,| in pat|ience our | proceed|ing be.
 
[Exeunt]

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