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Enter the Queen.
Queen. One woe doth tread upon another's treel, So fast they follow:-Your sister's drown'd, Laertes.
Laer. Drown'd! 0, where ?
Queen. There is a willow grows ascaunt the brodk, That shews his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; Therewith fantastic garlands did she make, Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples, That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, 670 But our cold maids do Head men's fingers call them : There on the pendant boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke; When down her weedy trophies, and herself, Fell in the weeping brook. Hér' clothes spread wide; And, mermaid - like, 'a while they bore her up : Which time, she chaunted siatclie's of old tunes ; As one incapable of her own distress, * 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, Pulled the poor wretch from her nrelodious lay
To muddy death.
Laer. Alas then, is she drown'd?
Laer. Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,
ACT V. SCENE I.
A Church-Yard. Enter two Clowns, with Spades, &c.
1 Clown. Is she to be bury'd in Christian burial, that wilfully seeks her own salvation ?
2 Clown. I tell thee, she is; therefore, make her grave straight: the crowner hath sat on her, and finds it Christian burial.
1 Clown. How can that be, unless she drown'd here self in her own defence ?
2 Clown. Why, 'tis found so.
For here lies the point : If I drown myself wittingly, it argues an act : and an act hath three branches; it is, to act, to do, and to perform : Argal, she drown'd herself wittingly.
13 2 Clown. Nay, but hear you, goodman delver.
1 Clown. 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 Clown. But is this law ?
2 Clown. Will you ha' the truth on't? If this had not been a gentlewoman, she should have been bury'd out of Christian burial.
i Clown. Why, there thou say'st : And the more pity; that great folk should have countenance in this world to drown or hang themselves, more than their even Chrţistian. Come; my spade. There is no an. cient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and gravemakers; they hold up Adam's profession.
2 Clown. Was he a gentleman ?
i Clown. What, art a heathen? How dost thou understand the scripture? The scripture says, Adam digg'd; Could he dig without arms ? I'll put another question to thee: if thou answer'st me not to the purpose, confess thyself
2 Clown. Go to.
1 Clown. What is the, that builds stronger than either the mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter?
2 Clown. The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives a thousand tenants.
1 Clown. I like thy wit well, in good faith ; the gallows does well : But how does it well ? it does well to those tkat do ill: now thou dost ill, to say, the gallows is built stronger than the church; argal, die gallows may do well to thee. To't again ; come.
2 Clown. Who builds stronger than a inason, 2 shipwright, or a carpenter ?
1 Clown. Ay, tell me that, and unyoke.
Enter HAMLET, and HORATIO, at a Distance, 1 Clown. 'Cudgel thy brains no more about it; for your dull ass will not 'mend his pace with beating": and, when you are ask'd this question next, 'say, a grave-maker; the houses that he makes, "last 'till doomsday. Go, get thee to Yaughan, and ifetch me a stoup of liquor.
[Exit 2 Clown.
Methought it was very sweet,
Ham. Has this fellow no feeling of his business? he sings at grave-making.
Hor. Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness.
Ham. 'Tis e'en so: the hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.
Hath claw'd me in his clutch,
As if I had never been such.
Ham. That scull had a tongue in it, and could sing once : How the knave jowls it to the ground, as if it were Çain'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 circuinvent God, might it not ?
82 Hor. It might, my lord.
Ham. Or of a courtier ; which could say, GoodMOTTOW, sweet lord! How dost thou, good lord? This might be my lord such-a-one, that prais'd my lord such-a-one's horse, when he meant to beg it; might it not?
Hor. Ay, my lord.
Ham. Why, e'en so: and now my lady worm's; chapless, and knock'd 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