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Author: William Shakespeare
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Hamlet (Quarto 2, 1604)

The Tragedie of Hamlet
3165Clambring to hang, an enuious sliuer broke,
When downe her weedy trophies and her selfe
Fell in the weeping Brooke, her clothes spred wide,
And Marmaide like awhile they bore her vp,
Which time she chaunted snatches of old laudes,
3170As one incapable of her owne distresse,
Or like a creature natiue and indewed
Vnto that elament, but long it could not be
Till that her garments heauy with theyr drinke,
Puld the poore wretch from her melodious lay
3175To muddy death.
Laer. Alas, then she is drownd.
Quee. Drownd, drownd.
Laer. Too much of water hast thou poore Ophelia,
And therefore I forbid my teares; but yet
3180It is our tricke, nature her custome holds,
Let shame say what it will, when these are gone,
The woman will be out. Adiew my Lord,
I haue a speech a fire that faine would blase,
But that this folly drownes it.
3185King. Let's follow Gertrard,
How much I had to doe to calme his rage,
Now feare I this will giue it start againe,
Therefore lets follow.

Enter two Clownes.
3190Clowne. Is shee to be buried in Christian buriall, when she wilfully
seekes her owne saluation?
Other. I tell thee she is, therfore make her graue straight, the crow-
ner hath sate on her, and finds it Christian buriall.
3195Clowne. How can that be, vnlesse she drown'd herselfe in her owne
Other. Why tis found so.
Clowne. It must be so offended, it cannot be els, for heere lyes the
poynt, if I drowne my selfe wittingly, it argues an act, & an act hath
3200three branches, it is to act, to doe, to performe, or all; she drownd her
selfe wittingly.
Other. Nay, but heare you good man deluer.
Clowne. Giue mee leaue, here lyes the water, good, here stands the