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Author: William Shakespeare
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Hamlet (Quarto 2, 1604)


The Tragedie of Hamlet
Enter Hamlet and Horatio.
Ham. Has this fellowe no feeling of his busines? a sings in graue-
making.
Hora. Custome hath made it in him a propertie of easines.
3260Ham. Tis een so, the hand of little imploiment hath the dintier sence
Clow.
But age with his stealing steppes
Song.
hath clawed me in his clutch,
3265And hath shipped me into the land,
as if I had neuer been such.
Ham. That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once, how the
knaue iowles it to the ground, as if twere Caines iawbone, that did the
first murder, this might be the pate of a pollitician, which this asse now
3270ore-reaches; one that would circumuent God, might it not?
Hora. It might my Lord.
Ham. Or of a Courtier, which could say good morrow sweet lord,
how doost thou sweet lord? This might be my Lord such a one, that
3275praised my lord such a ones horse when a went to beg it, might it not?
Hor. I my Lord.
Ham. Why een so, & now my Lady wormes Choples, & knockt
about the massene with a Sextens spade; heere's fine reuolution and
3280we had the tricke to see't, did these bones cost no more the breeding,
but to play at loggits with them: mine ake to thinke on't.
Clow.
A pickax and a spade a spade,
Song.
for and a shrowding sheet,
O a pit of Clay for to be made
for such a guest is meet.
Ham. There's another, why may not that be the skull of a Lawyer,
3290where be his quiddities now, his quillites, his cases, his tenurs, and his
tricks? why dooes he suffer this madde knaue now to knocke him a-
bout the sconce with a durtie shouell, and will not tell him of his acti-
on of battery, hum, this fellowe might be in's time a great buyer of
3295Land, with his Statuts, his recognisances, his fines, his double vou-
chers, his recoueries, to haue his fine pate full of fine durt, will vou-
chers vouch him no more of his purchases & doubles then the length
3300and breadth of a payre of Indentures? The very conueyances of his
Lands will scarcely lye in this box, & must th'inheritor himselfe haue
no more, ha.
Hora. Not a iot more my Lord.
3305Ham. Is not Parchment made of sheepe-skinnes?
Hora.