Hamlet (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Tragedie of Hamlet.
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¶Other. Will you ha the truth on't: if this had not
¶out of Christian Buriall.
¶great folke should haue countenance in this world to
¶an. Come, my Spade; there is no ancient Gentlemen,
¶but Gardiners, Ditchers and Graue-makers; they hold vp
¶Other. Was he a Gentleman?
¶Other. Why he had none.
¶Clo. What, ar't a Heathen? how dost thou vnder-
¶could hee digge without Armes? Ile put another que-
¶Other. Go too.
¶Mason, the Shipwright, or the Carpenter?
¶Other. The Gallowes maker; for that Frame outliues a
¶thousand Tenants.
¶Clo. I like thy wit well in good faith, the Gallowes
3235does well; but how does it well? it does well to those
¶built stronger then the Church: Argall, the Gallowes
¶may doe well to thee. Too't againe, Come.
3240wright, or a Carpenter?
¶Clo. I, tell me that, and vnyoake.
¶Other. Marry, now I can tell.
¶Clo. Too't.
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Enter Hamlet and Horatio a farre off.
¶Clo. Cudgell thy braines no more about it; for your
3250to Yaughan, fetch me a stoupe of Liquor.
¶
Sings.
¶_To contract O the time for a my behoue,3255_O me thought there was nothing meete.
¶he sings at Graue-making?
¶
Clowne sings.
¶_hath caught me in his clutch:
¶once: how the knaue iowles it to th' grownd, as if it
¶were Caines Iaw-bone, that did the first murther: It
¶fices: one that could circumuent God, might it not?
¶Hor. It might, my Lord.
¶a ones Horse, when he meant to begge it; might it not?
¶Hor. I, my Lord.
3280Spade; heere's fine Reuolution, if wee had the tricke to
¶to play at Loggets with 'em? mine ake to thinke
¶on't.
¶
Clowne sings.
¶_O a Pit of Clay for to be made,
¶Ham. There's another: why might not that bee the
3290Scull of a Lawyer? where be his Quiddits now? his
¶Quillets? his Cases? his Tenures, and his Tricks? why
¶doe's he suffer this rude knaue now to knocke him about
¶the Sconce with a dirty Shouell, and will not tell him of
¶his Action of Battery? hum. This fellow might be in's
3295time a great buyer of Land, with his Statutes, his Recog-
¶nizances, his Fines, his double Vouchers, his Recoueries:
¶Is this the fine of his Fines, and the recouery of his Reco-
¶ueries, to haue his fine Pate full of fine Dirt? will his
¶Vouchers vouch him no more of his Purchases, and dou-
3300ble ones too, then the length and breadth of a paire of
¶Indentures? the very Conueyances of his Lands will
¶haue no more? ha?
¶Hor. Not a iot more, my Lord.
¶this Sir?
3310Clo. Mine Sir:
¶Clo. You lye out on't Sir, and therefore it is not yours:
3315for my part, I doe not lye in't; and yet it is mine.
¶'tis for the dead, not for the quicke, therefore thou
¶lyest.
¶Clo. 'Tis a quicke lye Sir, 'twill away againe from me
3320to you.
¶Clo. For no man Sir.
¶Ham. What woman then?
¶Clo. For none neither.
3325Ham. Who is to be buried in't?
¶shee's dead.
¶by the Carde, or equiuocation will vndoe vs: by the
3330Lord Horatio, these three yeares I haue taken note of it,
¶comes so neere the heeles of our Courtier, hee galls his
¶Kibe. How long hast thou been a Graue-maker?
¶Clo. Of all the dayes i'th' yeare, I came too't that day
3335that our last King Hamlet o'recame Fortinbras.
¶Clo. Cannot you tell that? euery foole can tell that:
¶It was the very day, that young Hamlet was borne, hee
¶that was mad, and sent into England.
¶wits there; or if he do not, it's no great matter there.
Ham.
