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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 myself 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.
2 Clo. Nay, but hear you, goodman delver.
i 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
2 Clo. But is this 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;
folks shall have countenance in this world to drown or hang themselves, more than their evens christian. Come, my spade. There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and gravemakers; they hold up Adam's profession.
2 Clo. Was he a gentleman ?
i 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.
i Clo. What is he, that builds stronger than either the mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter?
2 Clo. The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives 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.
Enter HAMLET and HORATIO, at a distance.
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.
6 Give over.
i Clown digs, and sings.
Methought, it was very sweet,
0, methought, there was nothing meet. 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. 1 Clo. But age, with his stealing steps,
Hath claw'd me in his clutch,
[Throws up a scull. Ham. That scull had a tongue in it, and could sing once: How the knave jowls it to 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?
Hor. It might, my lord.
Ham. Or of a courtier; which could say, Goodmorrow, sweet lord ! Hou dost thou, good lord ? This might be my lord such-a-one, that praised my lord such-a-one's horse, when he meant to beg it; migh it not?
Hor. Ay, my lord.
7 The song entire is printed in Percy's Reliques of ancient
English Poetry, Vol. I. it was written by Lord Vaux.
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. | Clo. A pick-are, and a spade, a spade, [Sings.
For—and a shrouding sheet: 0, 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 9 now, his quillets, his cases, his tenures, and his tricks? why does he suffer this rude knave 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
7 An ancient game played as quoits are at present. S Subtilties. 9 Frivolous distinctions. i Head.
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.
0, a pit of clay for to be made [Sings.
For such a guest is meet. Ham. I think it be thine, indeed; for thou liest in't.
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 ?
i Clo. One, that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she's dead.
Ham. How absolute the knave 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
2 By the compass, or chart of direction.
3 Spruce, affected.