31901902Clowne I say no, she ought not to be buried

31911903In christian buriall.

3191.119042. Why sir?

31951905Clowne Mary because shee's drownd.

3195.119062. But she did not drowne her selfe.

3195.21907Clowne No, that's certaine, the water drown'd her.

3195.319082. Yea but it was against her will.

32041909Clowne No, I deny that, for looke you sir, I stand here,

32071910If the water come to me, I drowne not my selfe:

32051911But if I goe to the water, and am there drown'd,

32081912Ergo I am guiltie of my owne death:

3208.11913Y'are gone, goe y'are gone sir.

321219142. I but see, she hath christian buriall,

32131915Because she is a great woman.

32151916Clowne Mary more's the pitty, that great folke

32161917Should haue more authoritie to hang or drowne

32171918Themselues, more than other people:

32491919Goe fetch me a stope of drinke, but before thou

32301920Goest, tell me one thing, who buildes strongest,

32311921Of a Mason, a Shipwright, or a Carpenter?

3231.119222. Why a Mason, for he buildes all of stone,

3231.21923And will indure long.

32341924Clowne That's prety, too't agen, too't agen.

323219252. Why then a Carpenter, for he buildes the gallowes,

3232.11926And that brings many a one to his long home.

1927Clowne Prety agen, the gallowes doth well, mary howe

32351928dooes it well? the gallowes dooes well to them that doe ill,

1929goe get thee gone:

32471930And if any one aske thee hereafter, say,

32481931A Graue-maker, for the houses he buildes

1932Last till Doomes-day. Fetch me a stope of beere, goe.

32851934Clowne A picke-axe and a spade,

32861935A spade for and a winding sheete,

32871936Most fit it is, for t'will be made, he throwes vp a shouel.

32881937For such a ghest most meete.

32561938Ham. Hath this fellow any feeling of himselfe,

1939That is thus merry in making of a graue?

32681940See how the slaue joles their heads against the earth.

32581941Hor. My lord, Custome hath made it in him seeme no- (thing.

1942Clowne A pick-axe and a spade, a spade,

1943For and a winding sheete,

1944Most fit it is for to be made,

1945For such a ghest most meet.

32891946Ham. Looke you, there's another Horatio.

1947Why mai't not be the scull of some Lawyer?

3289.11948Me thinkes he should indite that fellow

32921949Of an action of Batterie, for knocking

32901950Him about the pate with's shouel: now where is your

1951Quirkes and quillets now, your vouchers and

32961952Double vouchers, your leases and free-holde,

33011953And tenements? why that same boxe there will scarse

1954Holde the conueiance of his land, and must

33021955The honor lie there? O pittifull transformance!

3302.11956I prethee tell me Horatio,

33051957Is parchment made of sheep-skinnes?

33061958Hor. I my Lorde, and of calues-skinnes too.

33071959Ham. Ifaith they prooue themselues sheepe and calues

1960That deale with them, or put their trust in them.

32751961There's another, why may not that be such a ones

1962Scull, that praised my Lord such a ones horse,

32761963When he meant to beg him? Horatio, I prethee

33081964Lets question yonder fellow.

1965Now my friend, whose graue is this?

33101966Clowne Mine sir.

33251967Ham. But who must lie in it?

3325.11968Clowne If I should say, I should, I should lie in my throat (sir.

33211969Ham. What man must be buried here?

33221970Clowne No man sir.

33231971Ham. What woman?

33241972Clowne. No woman neither sir, but indeede

33261973One that was a woman.

33281974Ham. An excellent fellow by the Lord Horatio,

33301975This seauen yeares haue I noted it: the toe of the pesant,

33321976Comes so neere the heele of the courtier,

1977That hee gawles his kibe, I prethee tell mee one thing,

33531978How long will a man lie in the ground before hee rots?

33541979Clowne I faith sir, if hee be not rotten before

1980He be laide in, as we haue many pocky corses,

33561981He will last you, eight yeares, a tanner

33571982Will last you eight yeares full out, or nine.

33581983Ham. And why a tanner?

33591984Clowne Why his hide is so tanned with his trade,

1985That it will holde out water, that's a parlous

33611986Deuourer of your dead body, a great soaker.

1987Looke you, heres

a scull hath bin here this dozen yeare,

33341988Let me see, I euer since our last king Hamlet

33351989Slew Fortenbrasse in combat, yong Hamlets father,

33381990Hee that's mad.

33461991Ham. I mary, how came he madde?

33471992Clowne Ifaith very strangely, by loosing of his wittes.

33501993Ham. Vpon what ground?

33511994Clowne A this ground, in Denmarke.

3351.11995Ham. Where is he now?

33391996Clowne Why now they sent him to England.

33401997Ham. To England! wherefore?

33411998Clowne Why they say he shall haue his wittes there,

33421999Or if he haue not, t'is no great matter there,

33442000It will not be seene there.

33432001Ham. Why not there?

2002Clowne Why there they say the men are as mad as he.

33632003Ham. Whose scull was this?

33672004Clowne This, a plague on him, a madde rogues it was,

2005He powred once a whole flagon of Rhenish of my head,

33652006Why do not you know him? this was one Yorickes scull.

33702007Ham. Was this? I prethee let me see it, alas poore Yoricke

33722008I knew him Horatio,

33732009A fellow of infinite mirth, he hath caried mee twenty times

33742010vpon his backe, here hung those lippes that I haue Kissed a

33752011hundred times, and to see, now they abhorre me: Wheres

33772012your iests now Yoricke? your flashes of meriment: now go

33802013to my Ladies chamber, and bid her paint her selfe an inch

33812014thicke, to this she must come Yoricke. Horatio, I prethee

33832015tell me one thing, doost thou thinke that Alexander looked

33862016thus?

33872017Hor. Euen so my Lord.

33882018Ham. And smelt thus?

I Hor.

33892019Hor. I my lord, no otherwise.

33912020Ham. No, why might not imagination worke, as thus of

33962021Alexander, Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander

2022became earth, of earth we make clay, and Alexander being

33982023but clay, why might not time bring to passe, that he might

33992024stoppe the boung hole of a beere barrell?

34002025Imperious Caesar dead and turnd to clay,

34012026Might stoppe a hole, to keepe the winde away.

34072029Ham. What funerall's this that all the Court laments?

34102030It shews to be some noble parentage:

34112031Stand by a while.

34122032Lear. What ceremony else? say, what ceremony else?

34152033Priest My Lord, we haue done all that lies in vs,

2034And more than well the church can tolerate,

3415.12035She hath had a Dirge sung for her maiden soule:

34172036And but for fauour of the king, and you,

34182037She had beene buried in the open fieldes,

34212038Where now she is allowed christian buriall.

34312039Lear. So, I tell thee churlish Priest, a ministring Angell

34322040shall my sister be, when thou liest howling.

34342041Ham. The faire Ofelia dead!

34352042Queene Sweetes to the sweete, farewell:

34372043I had thought to adorne thy bridale bed, faire maide,

34382044And not to follow thee vnto thy graue.

34422045Lear. Forbeare the earth a while: sister farewell:

34452047Now powre your earth on, Olympus hie,

34462048And make a hill to o're top olde Pellon: Hamlet leapesin after Leartes

34492049Whats he that coniures so?

34522050Ham. Beholde tis I, Hamlet the Dane.

34542051Lear. The diuell take thy soule.

34552052Ham. O thou praiest not well,

34562053I prethee take thy hand from off my throate,

34582054For there is something in me dangerous,

34592055Which let thy wisedome feare, holde off thy hand:

34662056I lou'de Ofelia as deere as twenty brothers could:

34682057Shew me what thou wilt doe for her:

34722058Wilt fight, wilt fast, wilt pray,

34732059Wilt drinke vp vessels, eate a crocadile? Ile doot:

34742060Com'st thou here to whine?

34762061And where thou talk'st of burying thee a liue,

34772062Here let vs stand: and let them them throw on vs,

34782063Whole hills of earth, till with the heighth therof,

34802064Make Oosell as a Wart.

34692065King. Forbeare Leartes, now is hee mad, as is the sea,

34842066Anone as milde and gentle as a Doue:

3484.12067Therfore a while giue his wilde humour scope.

34882068Ham. What is the reason sir that you wrong mee thus?

34892069I neuer gaue you cause: but stand away,

34912070A Cat will meaw, a Dog will haue a day.

34822072Queene. Alas, it is his madnes makes him thus,

3482.12073And not his heart, Leartes.

34942074King. My lord, t'is so: but wee'le no longer trifle,

34962075This very day shall Hamlet drinke his last,

3496.12076For presently we meane to send to him,

34982077Therfore Leartes be in readynes.

3498.12078Lear. My lord, till then my soule will not bee quiet.

3498.22079King. Come Gertred, wee'l haue Leartes, and our sonne,

3498.32080Made friends and Louers, as befittes them both,

3498.42081Euen as they tender vs, and loue their countrie.

3498.52082Queene God grant they may. exeunt omnes.