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  • Title: Hamlet (Quarto 1, 1603)
  • Textual editor: Eric Rasmussen
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-434-9

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    Author: William Shakespeare
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    Hamlet (Quarto 1, 1603)

    enter Clowne and an other.
    3190 Clowne I say no, she ought not to be buried
    In chri stian buriall.
    3191.1 2. Why sir?
    3195 Clowne Mary because shee's drownd.
    3195.1 2. But she did not drowne her selfe.
    Clowne No, that's certaine, the water drown'd her.
    2. Yea but it was again st her will.
    Clowne No, I deny that, for looke you sir, I stand here,
    If the water come to me, I drowne not my selfe:
    3205 But if I goe to the water, and am there drown'd,
    Ergo I am guiltie of my owne death:
    3208.1 Y'are gone, goe y'are gone sir.
    2. I but see, she hath chri stian buriall,
    Because she is a great woman.
    3215 Clowne Mary more's the pitty, that great folke
    Should haue more authoritie to hang or drowne
    Themselues, more than other people:
    Goe fetch me a stope of drinke, but before thou
    3230 Goe st, tell me one thing, who buildes stronge st,
    Of a Mason, a Shipwright, or a Carpenter?
    3231.1 2. Why a Mason, for he buildes all of stone,
    And will indure long.
    Clowne That's prety, too't agen, too't agen.
    2. Why then a Carpenter, for he buildes the gallowes,
    3232.1 And that brings many a one to his long home.
    Clowne Prety agen, the gallowes doth well, mary howe
    3235 dooes it well? the gallowes dooes well to them that doe ill,
    goe get thee gone:
    And if any one aske thee hereafter, say,
    A Graue-maker, for the houses he buildes
    La st till Doomes-day. Fetch me a stope of beere, goe.
    3245 Enter Hamlet and Horatio.
    3285 Clowne A picke-axe and a spade,
    A spade for and a winding sheete,
    Mo st fit it is, for t'will be made, he throwes vp a shouel.
    For such a ghe st mo st meete.
    Ham. Hath this fellow any feeling of himselfe,
    That is thus merry in making of a graue?
    See how the slaue joles their heads again st the earth.
    Hor. My lord, Cu stome hath made it in him seeme no- (thing.
    3285 Clowne A pick-axe and a spade, a spade,
    For and a winding sheete,
    Mo st fit it is for to be made,
    For such a ghe st mo st meet.
    Ham. Looke you, there's another Horatio.
    Why mai't not be the scull of some Lawyer?
    3289.1 Me thinkes he should indite that fellow
    Of an action of Batterie, for knocking
    3290 Him about the pate with's shouel: now where is your
    3290 Quirkes and quillets now, your vouchers and
    Double vouchers, your leases and free-holde,
    And tenements? why that same boxe there will scarse
    Holde the conueiance of his land, and mu st
    The honor lie there? O pittifull transformance!
    3302.1 I prethee tell me Horatio,
    3305 Is parchment made of sheep-skinnes?
    Hor. I my Lorde, and of calues-skinnes too.
    Ham. Ifaith they prooue themselues sheepe and calues
    That deale with them, or put their tru st in them.
    3275 There's another, why may not that be such a ones
    3275 Scull, that praised my Lord such a ones horse,
    When he meant to beg him? Horatio, I prethee
    Lets que stion yonder fellow.
    Now my friend, whose graue is this?
    3310 Clowne Mine sir.
    3325 Ham. But who mu st lie in it?
    3325.1 Clowne If I should say, I should, I should lie in my throat ( sir.
    Ham. What man mu st be buried here?
    Clowne No man sir.
    Ham. What woman?
    Clowne. No woman neither sir, but indeede
    One that was a woman.
    Ham. An excellent fellow by the Lord Horatio,
    3330 This seauen yeares haue I noted it: the toe of the pesant,
    Comes so neere the heele of the courtier,
    That hee gawles his kibe, I prethee tell mee one thing,
    How long will a man lie in the ground before hee rots?
    Clowne I faith sir, if hee be not rotten before
    He be laide in, as we haue many pocky corses,
    He will la st you, eight yeares, a tanner
    Will la st you eight yeares full out, or nine.
    Ham. And why a tanner?
    Clowne Why his hide is so tanned with his trade,
    That it will holde out water, that's a parlous
    Deuourer of your dead body, a great soaker.
    Looke you, heres
    a scull hath bin here this dozen yeare,
    Let me see, I euer since our la st king Hamlet
    3335 Slew Fortenbra s s e in combat, yong Hamlets father,
    Hee that's mad.
    Ham. I mary, how came he madde?
    Clowne Ifaith very strangely, by loo sing of his wittes.
    3350 Ham. Vpon what ground?
    Clowne A this ground, in Denmarke.
    3351.1 Ham. Where is he now?
    Clowne Why now they sent him to England.
    3340 Ham. To England! wherefore?
    Clowne Why they say he shall haue his wittes there,
    Or if he haue not, t'is no great matter there,
    It will not be seene there.
    Ham. Why not there?
    Clowne Why there they say the men are as mad as he.
    Ham. Whose scull was this?
    Clowne This, a plague on him, a madde rogues it was,
    He powred once a whole flagon of Rheni sh of my head,
    3365 Why do not you know him? this was one Yorickes scull.
    3370 Ham. Was this? I prethee let me see it, alas poore Yoricke
    I knew him Horatio,
    A fellow of infinite mirth, he hath caried mee twenty times
    vpon his backe, here hung those lippes that I haue Ki s s ed a
    3375 hundred times, and to see, now they abhorre me: Wheres
    your ie sts now Yoricke? your fla shes of meriment: now go
    3380 to my Ladies chamber, and bid her paint her selfe an inch
    thicke, to this she mu st come Yoricke. Horatio, I prethee
    tell me one thing, doo st thou thinke that Alexander looked
    thus?
    Hor. Euen so my Lord.
    Ham. And smelt thus?
    Hor. I my lord, no otherwise.
    Ham. No, why might not imagination worke, as thus of
    Alexander, Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander
    became earth, of earth we make clay, and Alexander being
    but clay, why might not time bring to pa s s e, that he might
    stoppe the boung hole of a beere barrell?
    3400 Imperious sar dead and turnd to clay,
    Might stoppe a hole, to keepe the winde away.
    3405 Enter King and Queene, Leartes, and other lordes,
    3405 with a Prie st after the coffin.
    Ham. What funerall's this that all the Court laments?
    3410 It shews to be some noble parentage:
    Stand by a while.
    Lear. What ceremony else? say, what ceremony else?
    3415 Prie st My Lord, we haue done all that lies in vs,
    3415 And more than well the church can tolerate,
    3415.1 She hath had a Dirge sung for her maiden soule:
    And but for fauour of the king, and you,
    She had beene buried in the open fieldes,
    Where now she is allowed chri stian buriall.
    Lear. So, I tell thee churli sh Prie st, a mini string Angell
    shall my si ster be, when thou lie st howling.
    Ham. The faire Ofelia dead!
    3435 Queene Sweetes to the sweete, farewell:
    I had thought to adorne thy bridale bed, faire maide,
    And not to follow thee vnto thy graue.
    Lear. Forbeare the earth a while: si ster farewell:
    Leartes leapes into the graue.
    3445 Now powre your earth on, Olympus hie,
    And make a hill to o're top olde Pellon: Hamlet leapes in after Leartes
    Whats he that coniures so?
    Ham. Beholde tis I, Hamlet the Dane.
    Lear. The diuell take thy soule.
    3455 Ham. O thou praie st not well,
    I prethee take thy hand from off my throate,
    For there is something in me dangerous,
    Which let thy wisedome feare, holde off thy hand:
    I lou'de Ofelia as deere as twenty brothers could:
    Shew me what thou wilt doe for her:
    Wilt fight, wilt fa st, wilt pray,
    Wilt drinke vp ve s s els, eate a crocadile? Ile doot:
    Com' st thou here to whine?
    And where thou talk' st of burying thee a liue,
    Here let vs stand: and let them them throw on vs,
    Whole hills of earth, till with the heighth therof,
    3480 Make Oosell as a Wart.
    King. Forbeare Leartes, now is hee mad, as is the sea,
    Anone as milde and gentle as a Doue:
    3484.1 Therfore a while giue his wilde humour scope.
    Ham. What is the reason sir that you wrong mee thus?
    I neuer gaue you cause: but stand away,
    A Cat will meaw, a Dog will haue a day.
    Exit Hamlet and Horatio.
    Queene. Alas, it is his madnes makes him thus,
    3482.1 And not his heart, Leartes.
    King. My lord, t'is so: but wee'le no longer trifle,
    This very day shall Hamlet drinke his la st,
    3496.1 For presently we meane to send to him,
    Therfore Leartes be in readynes.
    3498.1 Lear. My lord, till then my soule will not bee quiet.
    King. Come Gertred, wee'l haue Leartes, and our sonne,
    Made friends and Louers, as befittes them both,
    Euen as they tender vs, and loue their countrie.
    3498.5 Queene God grant they may. exeunt omnes.