Queen. One woe doth tread vpon anothers heele, So fast they"l follow: your Sister"s drown"d Laertes
Laer. Drown"d! O where?
Queen. There is a Willow growes aslant a Brooke, That shewes his h.o.r.e leaues in the gla.s.sie streame: There with fantasticke Garlands did she come, Of Crow-flowers, Nettles, Daysies, and long Purples, That liberall Shepheards giue a grosser name; But our cold Maids doe Dead Mens Fingers call them: There on the pendant boughes, her Coronet weeds Clambring to hang; an enuious sliuer broke, When downe the weedy Trophies, and her selfe, Fell in the weeping Brooke, her cloathes spred wide, And Mermaid-like, a while they bore her vp, Which time she chaunted s.n.a.t.c.hes of old tunes, As one incapable of her owne distresse, Or like a creature Natiue, and indued Vnto that Element: but long it could not be, Till that her garments, heauy with her drinke, Pul"d the poore wretch from her melodious buy, To muddy death
Laer. Alas then, is she drown"d?
Queen. Drown"d, drown"d
Laer. Too much of water hast thou poore Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my teares: but yet It is our tricke, Nature her custome holds, Let shame say what it will; when these are gone The woman will be out: Adue my Lord, I haue a speech of fire, that faine would blaze, But that this folly doubts it.
Enter.
Kin. Let"s follow, Gertrude: How much I had to doe to calme his rage?
Now feare I this will giue it start againe; Therefore let"s follow.
Exeunt.
Enter two Clownes.
Clown. Is she to bee buried in Christian buriall, that wilfully seekes her owne saluation?
Other. I tell thee she is, and therefore make her Graue straight, the Crowner hath sate on her, and finds it Christian buriall
Clo. How can that be, vnlesse she drowned her selfe in her owne defence?
Other. Why "tis found so
Clo. It must be Se offendendo, it cannot bee else: for heere lies the point; If I drowne my selfe wittingly, it argues an Act: and an Act hath three branches. It is an Act to doe and to performe; argall she drown"d her selfe wittingly
Other. Nay but heare you Goodman Deluer
Clown. Giue me leaue; heere lies the water; good: heere stands the man; good: If the man goe to this water and drowne himselfe; it is will he nill he, he goes; marke you that? But if the water come to him & drowne him; hee drownes not himselfe. Argall, hee that is not guilty of his owne death, shortens not his owne life
Other. But is this law?
Clo. I marry is"t, Crowners Quest Law
Other. Will you ha the truth on"t: if this had not beene a Gentlewoman, shee should haue beene buried out of Christian Buriall
Clo. Why there thou say"st. And the more pitty that great folke should haue countenance in this world to drowne or hang themselues, more then their euen Christian.
Come, my Spade; there is no ancient Gentlemen, but Gardiners, Ditchers and Graue-makers; they hold vp Adams Profession
Other. Was he a Gentleman?
Clo. He was the first that euer bore Armes
Other. Why he had none
Clo. What, ar"t a Heathen? how doth thou vnderstand the Scripture? the Scripture sayes Adam dig"d; could hee digge without Armes? Ile put another question to thee; if thou answerest me not to the purpose, confesse thy selfe- Other. Go too
Clo. What is he that builds stronger then either the 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 does well; but how does it well? it does well to those that doe ill: now, thou dost ill to say the Gallowes is built stronger then the Church: Argall, the Gallowes may doe well to thee. Too"t againe, Come
Other. Who builds stronger then a Mason, a Shipwright, or a Carpenter?
Clo. I, tell me that, and vnyoake
Other. Marry, now I can tell
Clo. Too"t
Other. Ma.s.se, I cannot tell.
Enter Hamlet and Horatio a farre off.
Clo. Cudgell thy braines no more about it; for your dull a.s.se will not mend his pace with beating; and when you are ask"t this question next, say a Graue-maker: the Houses that he makes, lasts till Doomesday: go, get thee to Yaughan, fetch me a stoupe of Liquor.
Sings.
In youth when I did loue, did loue, me thought it was very sweete: To contract O the time for a my behoue, O me thought there was nothing meete
Ham. Ha"s this fellow no feeling of his businesse, that he sings at Graue-making?
Hor. Custome hath made it in him a property of easinesse
Ham. "Tis ee"n so; the hand of little Imployment hath the daintier sense
Clowne sings. But Age with his stealing steps hath caught me in his clutch: And hath shipped me intill the Land, as if I had neuer beene such
Ham. That Scull had a tongue in it, and could sing once: how the knaue iowles it to th" grownd, as if it were Caines Iaw-bone, that did the first murther: It might be the Pate of a Polit.i.tian which this a.s.se o"re Offices: one that could circ.u.muent G.o.d, might it not?
Hor. It might, my Lord
Ham. Or of a Courtier, which could say, Good Morrow sweet Lord: how dost thou, good Lord? this might be my Lord such a one, that prais"d my Lord such a ones Horse, when he meant to begge it; might it not?
Hor. I, my Lord
Ham. Why ee"n so: and now my Lady Wormes, Chaplesse, and knockt about the Mazard with a s.e.xtons Spade; heere"s fine Reuolution, if wee had the tricke to see"t. Did these bones cost no more the breeding, but to play at Loggets with "em? mine ake to thinke on"t
Clowne sings. A Pickhaxe and a Spade, a Spade, for and a shrowding-Sheete: O a Pit of Clay for to be made, for such a Guest is meete
Ham. There"s another: why might not that bee the Scull 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 time a great buyer of Land, with his Statutes, his Recognizances, his Fines, his double Vouchers, his Recoueries: Is this the fine of his Fines, and the recouery of his Recoueries, to haue his fine Pate full of fine Dirt? will his Vouchers vouch him no more of his Purchases, and double ones too, then the length and breadth of a paire of Indentures? the very Conueyances of his Lands will hardly lye in this Boxe; and must the Inheritor himselfe haue no more? ha?
Hor. Not a iot more, my Lord
Ham. Is not Parchment made of Sheep-skinnes?
Hor. I my Lord, and of Calue-skinnes too
Ham. They are Sheepe and Calues that seek out a.s.surance in that. I will speake to this fellow: whose Graue"s this Sir?
Clo. Mine Sir: O a Pit of Clay for to be made, for such a Guest is meete
Ham. I thinke it be thine indeed: for thou liest in"t
Clo. You lye out on"t Sir, and therefore it is not yours: for my part, I doe not lye in"t; and yet it is mine
Ham. Thou dost lye in"t, to be in"t and say "tis thine: "tis for the dead, not for the quicke, therefore thou lyest
Clo. "Tis a quicke lye Sir, "twill away againe from me to you