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  • Title: Hamlet (Modern, Quarto 1)
  • Editor: David Bevington
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-434-9

    Copyright David Bevington. This text may be freely used for educational, non-profit purposes; for all other uses contact the Editor.
    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: David Bevington
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    Hamlet (Modern, Quarto 1)

    3188.1 [Scene 16]
    Enter Clown [Gravedigger] and another.
    3190 1 Clown
    I say no, she ought not to be buried
    In Christian burial.
    3191.1 2 Clown
    Why, sir?
    3195 1 Clown
    Marry, because she's drowned.
    3195.1 2 Clown
    But she did not drown herself.
    1 Clown
    No, that's certain, the water drowned her.
    2 Clown
    Yea, but it was against her will.
    1 Clown
    No, I deny that, for look you, sir, I stand here.
    If the water come to me, I drown not myself.
    3205 But if I go to the water, and am there drowned,
    Ergo I am guilty of my own death.
    3208.1 Y'are gone, go, y'are gone, sir.
    2 Clown
    Ay, but see, she hath Christian burial,
    Because she is a great woman.
    3215 1 Clown
    Marry, more's the pity that great folk
    Should have more authority to hang or drown
    Themselves more than other people.
    Go fetch me a stoup of drink. But before thou
    3230 Goest, tell me one thing: who builds strongest
    Of a mason, a shipwright, or a carpenter?
    3231.1 2 Clown
    Why, a mason, for he builds all of stone,
    And will endure long.
    1 Clown
    That's pretty. To't again, to't again.
    2 Clown
    Why, then, a carpenter, for he builds the gallows,
    And that brings many a one to his long home.
    1 Clown
    Pretty again. The gallows doth well. Marry, how 3235 does it well? The gallows does well to them that do ill. Go get thee gone.
    And if anyone ask thee hereafter, say,
    A grave-maker, for the houses he builds
    Last till Doomsday. Fetch me a stoup of beer, go.
    [Exit Second Clown.]
    3245 Enter Hamlet and Horatio.
    3285 1 Clown
    [He sings.]
    A pick-ax and a spade,
    A spade, for and a winding sheet,
    Most fit it is, for 'twill be made
    He throws up a shovel.
    For such a guest most meet.
    Hath this fellow any feeling of himself,
    That is thus merry in making of a grave?
    See how the slave jowls their heads against the earth!
    My lord, custom hath made it in him seem nothing.
    3285 1 Clown [He sings.]
    A pick-ax and a spade, a spade,
    For and a winding sheet,
    Most fit it is for to be made
    For such a guest most meet.
    [He throws up skull.]
    Look you, there's another, Horatio.
    Why may't not be the skull of some lawyer?
    3289.1 Methinks he should indict that fellow
    Of an action of battery, for knocking
    3290 Him about the pate with's shovel. Now where is your
    3290 Quirks and quillets now, your vouchers and
    Double vouchers, your leases and freehold
    And tenements? Why, that same box there will scarce
    Hold the conveyance of his land, and must
    The honor lie there? Oh, pitiful transformance!
    3302.1 I prithee tell me, Horatio,
    3305 Is parchment made of sheepskins?
    Ay, my lord, and of calves' skins too.
    I'faith, they prove themselves sheep and calves
    That deal with them, or put their trust in them.
    3275 [The Gravedigger throws up another skull.]
    There's another. Why may not that be Such-a-one's
    3275 Skull, that praised my Lord Such-a-one's horse
    When he meant to beg him? Horatio, I prithee
    Let's question yonder fellow. --
    Now, my friend, whose grave is this?
    3310 1 Clown
    Mine, sir.
    3325 Hamlet
    But who must lie in it?
    3325.1 1 Clown
    If I should say I should, I should lie in my throat, sir.
    What man must be buried here?
    1 Clown
    No man, sir.
    What woman?
    1 Clown
    No woman neither, sir, but indeed
    One that was a woman.
    An excellent fellow, by the Lord, Horatio.
    3330 This seven years have I noted it: the toe of the peasant
    Comes so near the heel of the courtier
    That he galls his kibe. [To the Gravedigger] I prithee tell me one thing:
    How long will a man lie in the ground before he rots?
    1 Clown
    I'faith, sir, if he be not rotten before
    He be laid in, as we have many pocky corses,
    He will last you eight years. A tanner
    Will last you eight years full out, or nine.
    And why a tanner?
    1 Clown
    Why, his hide is so tanned with his trade
    That it will hold out water, that's a parlous
    Devourer of your dead body, a great soaker.
    [He picks up a skull.]
    Look you, here's a skull hath been here this dozen year--
    Let me see, ay, ever since our last king Hamlet
    3335 Slew Fortenbrasse in combat, young Hamlet's father,
    He that's mad.
    Ay, marry, how came he mad?
    1 Clown
    I'faith, very strangely: by losing of his wits.
    3350 Hamlet
    Upon what ground?
    1 Clown
    O' this ground, in Denmark.
    3351.1 Hamlet
    Where is he now?
    1 Clown
    Why, now they sent him to England.
    3340 Hamlet
    To England! Wherefore?
    1 Clown
    Why, they say he shall have his wits there.
    Or if he have not, 'tis no great matter there.
    It will not be seen there.
    Why not there?
    1 Clown
    Why, there, they say, the men are as mad as he.
    Whose skull was this?
    1 Clown
    This? A plague on him, a mad rogue's it was.
    He poured once a whole flagon of Rhenish of my head.
    3365 Why, do not you know him? This was one Yorick's skull.
    3370 Hamlet
    Was this? I prithee let me see it. [He takes the skull.] Alas, poor Yorick!
    I knew him, Horatio.
    A fellow of infinite mirth. He hath carried me twenty times upon his back. Here hung those lips that I have kissed a 3375 hundred times, and to see, now they abhor me.--Where's your jests now, Yorick? Your flashes of merriment? Now go 3380 to my lady's chamber and bid her paint herself an inch thick, to this she must come, Yorick.--Horatio, I prithee tell me one thing. Dost thou think that Alexander looked thus?
    Even so, my lord.
    And smelt thus?
    Ay, my lord, no otherwise.
    No? Why might not imagination work 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 pass that he might stop the bunghole of a beer-barrel?
    3400 Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay,
    Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.
    3405 Enter King and Queen, Laertes, and other Lords, 3405 with a Priest after the coffin.
    What funeral's this that all the court laments?
    3410 It shows to be some noble parentage.
    Stand by awhile.
    [Hamlet and Horatio conceal themselves.]
    What ceremony else? Say, what ceremony else?
    3415 Priest
    My lord, we have done all that lies in us,
    3415 And more than well the church can tolerate.
    3415.1 She hath had a dirge sung for her maiden soul;
    And, but for favor of the King and you,
    She had been buried in the open fields,
    Where now she is allowed Christian burial.
    So? I tell thee, churlish priest, a ministr'ing angel shall my sister be when thou liest howling.
    Hamlet [To Horatio] The fair Ofelia dead!
    3435 Queen
    Sweets to the sweet, farewell!
    I had thought to adorn thy bridal bed, fair maid,
    And not to follow thee unto thy grave.
    Forbear the earth awhile. Sister, farewell.
    Laertes leaps into the grave.
    3445 Now pour your earth on, Olympus-high,
    And make a hill to o'ertop old Pelion!
    Hamlet leaps in after Laertes.
    TLN n="3449"/> HamletWhat's he that conjures so?
    Behold, 'tis I, Hamlet the Dane.
    The devil take thy soul!
    3455 Hamlet
    Oh, thou prayest not well.
    I prithee take thy hand from off my throat,
    For there is something in me dangerous,
    Which let thy wisdom fear. Hold off thy hand!
    I loved Ofelia as dear as twenty brothers could.
    Show me what thou wilt do for her.
    Wilt fight? Wilt fast? Wilt pray?
    Wilt drink up vessels? Eat a crocodile? I'll do't.
    Com'st thou here to whine?
    And where thou talk'st of burying thee alive,
    Here let us stand, and let them throw on us
    Whole hills of earth, till with the height thereof
    3480 Make Oosell as a wart!
    Forbear, Laertes. Now is he mad as is the sea,
    Anon as mild and gentle as a dove.
    3484.1 Therefore awhile give his wild humor scope.
    [To Laertes] What is the reason, sir, that you wrong me thus?
    I never gave you cause. But stand away.
    A cat will mew, a dog will have a day.
    Exit Hamlet and Horatio.
    Alas, it is his madness makes him thus,
    3482.1 And not his heart, Laertes.
    [To Laertes] My lord, 'tis so. [Aside to him] But we'll no longer trifle.
    This very day shall Hamlet drink his last,
    3496.1 For presently we mean to send to him.
    Therefore, Laertes, be in readiness.
    3498.1 Laertes [Aside to the King]
    My lord, till then my soul will not be quiet.
    Come Gertred, we'll have Laertes and our son
    Made friends and lovers, as befits them both,
    Even as they tender us and love their country.
    3498.5 Queen
    God grant they may!
    Exeunt omnes.