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What should this mean! Are all the rest come back?
Or is it some abuse, and no such thing?
King. 'Tis Hamlet's character. Naked,-
But that I know, love is begun by time;
Laer. I am lost in it, my lord. But let him Dies in his own too-much: That we would do,
It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, Thus diddest thou.
King. If it be so, Laertes,
As how should it be so? how otherwise ?Will you be rul'd by me?
Laer. Ay, my lord;
So you will not o'errule me to a peace.
King. To thine own peace. If he be now return'd,
As checking at his voyage, and that he means
Revenge should have no bounds. But, good Laertes,
ber: Will you do this, keep close within your chamBut even his mother shall uncharge the practice, Hamlet, return'd, shall know you are come And call it, accident.
Laer. My lord, I will be rul'd;
The rather, if you could devise it so. That I might be the organ.
King. It falls right.
You have been talk'd of since your travel much,
Did not together pluck such envy from him,
Laer. What part is that, my lord? King. A very ribband in the cap of youth, Yet needful too; for youth no less becomes The light and careless livery that it wears, Than settled age his sables, and his weeds, Importing health and graveness.-Two months since,
Here was a gentlemen of Normandy ;
I have seen myself, and serv'd against the French, And they can well on horseback: but this gal
We'll put on those shall praise your excellence, And set a double varnish on the fame
The Frenchman gave you; bring you, in fine, together,
And wager o'er your heads: he, being remiss, Most generous, and free from all contriving, Will not peruse the foils; so that, with ease, Or with a little shuffling, you may choose
A sword unbated, and, in a pass of practice,¶ Requite him for your father.
Laer. I will do't:
And, for the purpose, I'll anoint my sword.
With this contagion; that, if I gall him slightly,
King. Let's further think of this;
Weigh what convenience, both of time and
If this should blast in proof.⚫ Soft ;-let me
We'll make a solemn wager on your cunnings, +-
When in your motion you are hot and dry, (As make your bouts more violent to that end,) And that he calls for drink, I'll have preferr'd ‡
A chalice for the nonce: whereon but şipping, If he by chance escape your venom'd stuck, || Our purpose may hold there. But stay, what
How now, sweet queen?
2 Clo. Nay, but hear you, goodman deliver. 1 Clo. Give me leave. Here lies the water; good: here stands the man; good: If the man go to this water, and drown himself, it is, will he, nill he, he goes; mark you that: but if the water come to him, and drown him, he drowns not himself: argal, he, that is not guilty of his own death, shortens not his own life. 2 Clo. But is this law?
1 Clo. Ay, marry is't; cowner's-quest law. 2 Clo. Will you ha' the truth on't? If this had not been a gentlewoman, she should have been buried out of Christian burial.
1 Clo. Why, there thou say'st: And the more pity; that great folks shall have countenance in this world to drown or hang themselves, more than their even Christian. Come, my spade. [Laertes, There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers; they hold up Adam's profession.
Queen. One woe doth tread upon another's heel,
So fast they follow:-Your sister's drown'd, Laer. Drown'd! Oh! where?
Queen. There is a willow grows ascant the brook,
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;
That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them :
There on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke; When down her weedy trophies, and herself, Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide;
And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up: Which time, she chaunted snatches of old As one incapable ++ of her own distress, [tunes, Or like a creature native and indu'd,
Unto that element; but long it could not be, Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay To muddy death.
Laer. Alas then, she is drown'd?
Queen. Drown'd, drown'd.
Laer. Too much of water hast thou, poor
And therefore I forbid my tears: But yet
It is our trick; nature ber custom holds,
2 Clo. Was he a gentlemen ?
1 Clo. He was the first that ever bore arms. 2 Clo. Why, he had none.
1 Clo. What, art a heathen? How dost thou understand the scripture? The scripture says, Adam digged; Could he dig without arms I'll put another question to thee: If thou answerest me not to the purpose, confess thyself
2 Clo. Go to.
1 Clo. What is he, that builds stronger than either the mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter ?
2 Clo. The gallows maker; for that frame out-lives a thousand tenants.
1 Clo. I like thy wit well, in good faith; the gallows does well: But how does it well? it
does well to those that do ill now thou dost ill, to say the gallows is built stronger than the church; argal, the gallows may do well to thee. To't again; come.
2 Clo. Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipwright, or a carpenter?
1 Clo. Ay, tell me that, and unyoke. †
2 Clo. Marry, now I can tell.
1 Clo. To't.
2 Clo. Mass, I cannot tell.
Let shame say what it will: when these are Enter HAMLET and HORATIO, at a distance.
SCENE I-A Church-Yard.
Enter Two CLOWNS, with Spades, &c. 1 Clo. Is she to be buried in Christian burial, that wilfully seeks her own salvation?
2 Clo. I tell thee, she is; therefore make her grave straight: 65 the crowner hath set on her, and finds it Christian burial.
1 Clo. How can that be, unless she drowned herself in her own defence?
2 Clo. Why 'tis found so.
1 Clo. It must be se offendendo; it cannot be else. For here lies the point: If I drown my. self wittingly, it argues an act: and an act hath three branches; it is, to act, to do, and to perform; argal, she drowned herself wittingly.
As fire arms sometimes burst in proving their
A cup for the purpose. Orchis morio mas.
1 Clo. Cudgel thy brains no more about it; for your dull ass will not mend his pace with beating and, when you are asked this question next, say, a grave-maker; the houses that he makes last till doomsday. Go, get thee to Yaughan, and fetch me a stoup of liquor. Exit 2 CLOWN.
1 CLOWN digs, and sings. In youth, when I did love, did love, ‡ Methought, it was very sweet, To contract, O, the time, for, ah, my behove O, methought, there was nothing meet. Ham. Has this fellow no feeling of his business? he sings at grave-making.
of easiness. Hor. Custom hath made it in him a property
ployment hath the daintier sense.
Ham. 'Tis e'en so: the hand of little em
1 Clo. But age, with his stealing steps, Hath claw'd me in his clutch, And hath shipped me into the land, As if I had never been such. [Throws up a Scull.
could sing once: How the knave jowls it to Ham. That scull had a tongue in it, and the ground, as if it were Cain's jaw-bone, that did the first murder! This might be the pate of a politician, which this ass now o'er-reaches : one that would circumvent God, might it not?
Ham. Why, e'en so; and now my lady Worm's; chapless, and knocked about the mazzard with a sexton's spade; Here's fine revolution, an we had the trick to see't. Did these bones cost no more the breeding, but to play at loggats with them? mine ache to think on't.
1 Clo. A pick-axe, and a spade, a spade, [Sings. For-and a shrouding sheet;
O, a pit of clay for to be made For such a guest is meet. [Throws up a Scull. Ham. There's another; Why may not that be the scull of a lawyer? Where be his quiddits now, his quillets, his cases, his tenures, and his tricks? why does he suffer this rude kuave now to knock him about the sconce with a dirty shovel, and will not tell him of his action of battery? Humph! This fellow might be in's time a great buyer of land, with his statutes, his recognizances, his fines, his double vouchers, his recoveries: Is this the fine of his fines, and the recovery of his recoveries, to have his fine pate full of fine dirt? will his vouchers vouch him no more of his purchases, and double ones too, than the length and breadth of a pair of indentures? The very conveyances of his lands will hardly lie in this box; and must the inheritor himself have no more? ha? Hor. Not a jot more, my lord.
Ham. Is not parchinent made of sheep-skins? Hor. Ay, my lord, and of calves-skins too. Ham. They are sheep, and calves, which seek out assurance in that. I will speak to this fellow :-Whose grave's this, Sirrah?
1 Clo. Mine, Sir.
Ham. Ay, marry, why was he sent into Eng. land?
1 Clo. Why, because he was mad: he shall recover his wits there: or, if he do not, tis no great matter there.
1 Clo. 'Twill not be seen in him there; there the men are as mad as be.
Ham. How came he mad?
1 Clo. Very strangely, they say. Ham. How strangely?
1 Clo. 'Faith, e'en with losing his wits. Ham. Upon what ground?
1 Clo. Why, here in Deumark; I have been sexton here, man and boy, thirty years.
Ham. How long will a man lie i'the earth ere he rot?
1 Clo. 'Faith, if he be not rotten before he die, (as we have many pocky corses now-adays, that will scarce hold the laying in,) he will last you some eight year, or nine year a tanner will last you uine year.
Ham. Why he more than another?
1 Clo. Why, Sir, his hide is so tanned with his trade, that he will keep out water a great while; and your water is a sore decayer of your whoreson dead body. Here's a sculi now hath lain you i'the earth, three-and-twenty years.
Ham. Whose was it?
1 Clo. A whoreson mad fellow's it was. Whose do you think it was?
Ham. Nay, I know not.
1 Clo. A pestilence on him for a nad rogue! he poured a flagon of Rhenish on my head once. This same scull, Sir, was Yorick's scull, the king's jester.
Ham. This ?
1 Clo. E'en that.
[Takes the Scull.
Ham. Alas! poor Yorick!-I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne ine on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here
O, a pit of clay for to be made [Sings. hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not
For such a guest is meet.
Ham. I think it be thine, indeed; for thou
1 Clo. You lie out on't, Sir, and therefore it is not yours for my part, I do not lie in't, yet it is mine.
Ham. Thou dost lie in't, to be in't and say it is thine; 'tis for the dead, not for the quick; therefore thou liest.
1 Clo. 'Tis a quick lie, Sir; 'twill away again, from me to you.
Ham. What man dost thou dig it for?
1 Clo. For no man, Sir.
Ham. What woman then?
1 Clo. For uone neither.
Ham. Who is to be buried in't?
1 Clo. One, that was a woman, Sir; but, rest her soul she's dead.
Ham. How absolute the kuave is! we must speak by the card, or equivocation will undo us. By the Lord, Horatio, these three years I have taken note of it; the age is grown so picked, that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kibe. How long hast thou been a gravemaker?
1 Clo. Of all the days i'the year, I came to't that day that our last king Hamlet overcame Fortinbras.
Ham. How long's that since?
1 Clo. Cannot you tell that? every fool can tell that: It was that very day that young Hamlet was born: he that is mad, and sent into England.
An ancient game played as quoits are at present. + Subtilties. Frivolous distinctions. Ilead. By the compass, or chart of direction. Spruce, affected.
how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that.-Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing.
Hor. What's that, my lord?
Ham. Dost thou think, Alexander looked o'this fashion i'the earth?
Hor. E'en so.
Ham. And smelt so? pah!
[Throws down the Scull. Hor. E'en so, my lord.
Ham. To what base uses we may return, Horatio! why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander, till he find it stopping a bunghole?
Hor. 'Twere to consider too curiously, to consider so.
Ham. No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it: As thus; Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth to dust; the dust is earth; of earth we make loam : And why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel?
Imperious+ Cesar, dead, and turn'd to clay,
Should patch a wall to expel the winter's
Yet here she is allow'd her virgin_crants, ||
Laer. Must there no more be done?
We should profane the service of the dead,
Laer. Lay her i'the earth;
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh,
Ham. What, the fair Ophelia !
Queen. Sweets to the sweet: Farewell!
I hop'd, thou shouldst have been my Hamlet's wife :
I thought thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid,
And not have strew'd thy grave.
Laer. O treble woe
Fall ten times treble on that cursed head,
Ham. [Advancing.] What is he, whose grief Bears such an emphasis ? whose phrase of sorrow Conjures the wand'ring stars, and makes them
Could not, with all their quantity of love,
Queen. This is mere madness:
Anon, as patient as the female dove,
Ham. Hear you, Sir;
I lov'd you ever: But it is no matter;
[Exit. King. I pray thee, good Horatio, wait upon him.[Erit HORATIO. Strengthen your patience in our last night's speech; [TO LAERTES. We'll put the matter to the present push.Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son.This grave shall have a living monument: Till then, in patience our proceeding be. An hour of quiet shortly shall we see;
There's a divinity that shapes our ends,
Hor. That is most certain.
My sea-gown scarf'd about me, in the dark
A royal knavery; an exact command,-
Or I could make a prologue to my brains,
Hor. Ay, good my lord.
Ham. An earnest conjuration from king,
As England was his faithful tributary;
As peace should still her wheaten garland wear,
Without debatement further, more, or less,
Hor. How was this seal'd?
Osr. Sweet lord, if your lordship were at leisure, I should impart a thing to you from his majesty.
Ham. I will receive it, Sir, with all diligence of spirit: Your bonnet to its right use; 'tis for the head.
Osr. I thank your lordship, 'tis very hot. Ham. No, believe me, 'tis very cold; the wind is northerly.
Osr. It is indifferent cold, my lord, indeed. Ham. But yet, methinks, it is very sultry and hot; or my complexion
Osr. Exceedingly, my lord; it is very sultry, as 'twere,-I cannot tell how-My lord, his majesty bade me signify to you, that he has laid a great wager on your head: Sir, this is the matter,
Ham. I beseech you, remember
[HAMLET moves him to put on his Hat Osr. Nay, good my lord; for my ease, is good faith. Sir, here is newly come to court Laertes: believe me, an absolute gentleman, ful: of most excellent differences, + of very soft so
Ham. Why, even in that was heaven ordi- ciety, and great showing: Indeed, to speak feel
Thou know'st already.
Hor. So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to't.
Ham. Why, man, they did make love to this
They are not near my conscience; their defeat
Hor. Why, what a king is this!
Ham. Does it not, think thee, stand me now
He that hath kill'd my king and whor'd my mother,
him with this arm? and is't not to be damn'd,
To let this canker of our nature come
In further evil?
ingly of him, he is the card or calendar of gentry, for you shall find in him the continent § of what part a gentleman would see.
Ham. Sir, this definement suffers no perdition in you;-though, I know, to divide him inventorially, would dizzy the arithmetic of memory; and yet but raw neither, in respect of his quick sail. But, in the verity of extolment, I take him to be a soul of great article; and his infusion of such dearth and rareness, as, to make true diction of him, his semblable is his mirror; and, who else would trace him, his umbrage, nothing more.
Osr. Your lordship speaks most infallibly of him.
Ham. The concernancy, Sir? why do we wrap the gentleman in our more rawer breath? Osr. Sir?
Hor. Is't not possible to understand in another tongue? You will do't, Sir, really.
Ham. What imports the nomination ¶ of this gentleman?
Hor. It must be shortly known to him from Laertes is-
Ham. I dare not confess that, lest I should compare with him in excellence; but, to know a man well, were to know himself.
Osr. I mean, Sir, for his weapon; but in the imputation laid on him by them, in his meed †† he's unfellowed.
Ham. What's his weapon?
Ham. That's two of his weapons: but, well. Osr. The king, Sir, hath wagered with him six Barbary horses: against the which he has impawned, as I take it, six French rapiers and poniards, with their assigns, as girdle, hangers, 5 and so: Three of the carriages, in faith, are very dear to fancy, very responsive to the hilts, most delicate carriages, and of very liberal conceit.
Ham. What call you the carriages? Hor. I knew, you must be edified by the margent, ere you had done.
Osr. The carriages, Sir, are the hangers.
• The affected phrase of the time. Distinguishing excellencies. Compass or chart. The country and pattern for imitation. This speech is a ridicule of the court jargon of that time. Mentioning. Recommend. tt Praise. 1: Imponed, put down, staked. That part of the belt by which the sword was sus pended. II Margin of a book which contains explanatory notes.