Wherein they fay you shine; your fum of parts Laer. What part is that, my Lord ? I've seen myself, and ferv'd against the French, Come fhort of what he did. Laer. A Norman, was't? King. A Norman. Laer. Upon my life, Lamond, King. The fame. Laer. I know him well; he is the brooch, indeed, And gem of all the nation. King. He made confeffion of you, And gave you fuch a masterly report, That he cry'd out, 'twould be a fight indeed, If one could match you. The scrimers of their nation, Laer. What out of this, my Lord ? King. Laertes, was your father dear to you? Laer. Why afk you this? King. Not that I think you did not love your father, But that I know love is begun by time; And that I fee in paffages of proof, Time qualifies the spark and fire of it: "A kind of wick, or snuff, that will abate it, For goodness growing to a pleurity, Dies in his own too much; what we would do, As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents; More than in words? Laer. To cut his throat i' th' church. King. No place indeed fhould murther fanctuarife; The Frenchman gave you; bring you in fine together, Laer. I will do't; t-my fword: And for the purpose I'll anoint I bought an unction of a mountebank, So mortal, that but dip a knife in it, Where it draws blood, no cataplafm fo rare, Under the moon, can fave the thing from death, i.e. not blunted as folls are, King. Let's farther think of this; Weigh what convenience both of time and means And that our drift look through our bad performance, SCENE. X. How now, fweet Queen? Enter Queen. Queen. One woe doth tread upon another's heel, So faft they follow: your fifter's drown'd, Laertes. Laer. Drown'd! oh where ? Queen. "There is a willow grows aflant a brook, "That fhews his hoar leaves in the glaffy ftream: "There with fantastic garlands did the come, "Of crow-flowers, nettles, daifies, and long purples, (That liberal fhepherds give a groffer name to; "But our cold maids do dead mens' fingers call them); "There on the pendant boughs, her coronet weeds "Clamb'ring to hang, an envious fliver broke; "When down her weedy trophies and herself "Fell in the weeping brook; her cloaths spread wide, "And mermaid-like, a while they bore her up; "Which time the chaunted fnatches of old tunes, "As one incapable of her own distress ; "Or like a creature native, and endued "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, fhe is drown'd! Queen. Drown'd, drown'd. Laer. Too much of water haft thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears: but yet 7 It is our trick; Nature her culom holds, Let fhame fay what it will; when thefe are gone, The woman will be out. Adieu, my Lord ! [Exit. I have a fpeech of fire, that fain would blaze, But that this folly drowns it. King. Follow, Gertrude: How much had I to do to calm his rage! Now fear I this will give it start again; Therefore let's follow. [Exeunt. I A CT V. SCENE I. A church. Enter two Clowns, with spades and mattocks. Clown. Is the to be buried in Christian burial, that wilfully feeks her own falvation? 2 Clown. I tell thee fhe is, therefore make her grave ftraight; the crowner hath lat on her, and finds it Chriftian burial. 1 Cloun. How can that be, unlefs fhe drowned herfelf in her own defence? 2 Clown. Why, 'tis found fo. 1 Clown "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, fhe drown'd herself wittingly. 2 Clown Nay, but hear you, goodman Delver. 1 Clown. "Give me leave; here lies the water, good: "Here ftands the man, good: If the man go to this water, and drown himdelf, 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, ħe "that is not guilty of his own death, shortens not his own life." 2 Clown But is this law? 1 Clown. Ay, marry is t, crowner's quest law. 2 Clown. Will you ka' the truth out? If this had not been a gentlewoman, fhe fhould have been buried out of Chriflian burial. . Clown. Why, there thou fay'st And the more pity, that great folk fhould have countenance in this world to drown or hang themselves, more than their even Christian. Come, my fpade; there is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers; they hold up Adam's profeffion. 2 Closun. Was he a gentlemen? I Clown. He was the first that ever bore arms. 2 Clown. Why, he had none. 1 Clown. What, art a Heathen? how doft thou underftand the fcripture? the fcripture fays Adam digg'd; could he dig without arms? I'll put another question to thee; if thou answereft me to the purpofe, confefs thyfelf 2 Clown. Go to. 1 Clown. What is he that builds stronger than either the mason, the shipwright or the carpenter? 2 Clown. The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives a thousand tenants. 2. Clown, I like thy wit well, in good faith; the gal lows does well; but how does it well? it does well to those that do ill: now thou doft ill, to fay the gallows. is built ftronger than the church; Argal, the gallows may do well to thee. To't again, come. 2 Clown Who builds stronger than a mafon, a ship. wright, or a carpenter? Clown. Ay, tell me that, and unyoke. 2 Clown. Marry, now I can tell. 1 Clown. To't. 2 Clown. Mafs, I cannot tell. Enter Hamlet and Horatio, at a distance. 1 Clown. Cudgel thy brains no more about it; for your dull afs will not mend his pace with beating; and when you are afk'd this question next, fay a grave. maker. The houses he makes laft till dooms day Go, get thee to Youghan, and fetch me a ftoup o liquor. [Exit 2 Clown.. He digs, and fings. In youth when I did love, did love, |