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Wherein they say you shine ; your sum of parts
Laer. What part is that; my Lord ?
Laer. A Norman, was't ?
Laer. I know him well; he is the brooch, indeed,
of all the nation.
Laer, What out of this, my Lord ?
King. Laertes, was your father dear to you?
Laer. Why alk you this?
King. Not that I think you did not love your father,
Laer. To cut his throati'th' church.
King. No place indeed should murther fanctuarife;
Laer, I will do't ;
• i. 6, not blunted as foils are,
King. Let's farther think of this ; Weigh what convenience both of time and means May fit it to our shape. If this should fail, And that our drift look through our bad performance, 'Twere better not aflay'd ; therefore this project Should have a back, or second, that might hold, If this should blast in proof. Soft let me feeWe'll make a solemn wager on your cunnings ; I ha't when in your motion you are hot, (As make your bouts more violent to that end), and that he calls for drink, I'll have prepar'd him A chalice for the nonce; whereon but fipping, If he by chance escape your venom'd tuck, Our purpose may hold there.
SCE N E. X. Enter Queen. How now, sweet Queen ?
Queen. One woe doth tread upon another's heel, So faft they follow: your fiiter's drown'd, Laertes.
Laer. Drown'd ! oh where?
Queen. “ There is a willow grows allant a brook, " That shows his hoar leaves in the glaffy stream: ". There with fantastic garlands did the co.ne, « Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples,
(That liberal shepherds give a grosser name to; “ But our cold maids do dead mens' fingers call them); " There on the pendant boughs, her coronet weeds
Clamb'ring to hang, ao 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 she chaunted snatches 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 ber garments, heavy with their drink, Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay To muddy death.
Laer. Alas then, she is drown'd!
Laer. Too much of water bast thou, poor Ophelia,
It is nur trick; Nature her culom holds,
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Is nec to be buried in Christian bụrial, that
wilfully seeks her own salvation ? 2 Clown. I tell thee she is, therefore make her grave straight; the crowner hath lat on her, and finds it Chriftian burial.
i Cloun. How can that be, unless she drowned her. felf in her own defence?
2 Clown. Why, 'tis found fo.
i Chiwn “It must be le offendendo, it cannot be else, « For here lies the point : If I drown myself wittingly, “ it argues an ret; and an act hath three branches; it " is to act, to do, and to perform; arzal, she drown'd • herself wittingly
2 Clown Nay, but bear yon, goodman Delver.
i Clown, “ Give me leave; here lies the water, good : " Here Itands the man, good : If the man go to this
water, and drown himself, it is, will be, will be, he “ goes ; mark you that : But it the water come to bim, « and drown bin, he drowns not himself. Argal, he " that is rot guilty of his own death, shorteos not his
2 Cioun, Wil you ha' the truth out? If this had not been a gentlewoman, she should have been buried out of Chillian burial.
i Clown. Why, there thou fay'st And the more pity, that great folk thould have countenance in this world to drown or hang themelves, inore than their even Christian. Come, my (pade ; there is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers; they hold up Adam's profeflion.
Clown. Was he a gentlemen ? i Clown. He was the birit that ever bore arıns. 2 Clown. Why, he had done.
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 queltion to thce; if thou answerelt mne to the purpose, confess thyself
2 Clown. Go to.
i Clown. What is he that builds stronger than either the mason, the shipwright or the carpenter?
2 Clown. The gallows-maker; for that frame out. lives 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 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 Clown Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipwright, or a carpenter?
iClown. Ay, tell me that, and unyoke.
Enter Hamlet and Horatio, at a distance: i Clown. Cudgel thy brains no more about it; for your dull ass wili oot mend his pace with beating; and when you are alk'd this question next, lay a grave. maker. The houses he makes last till dooms.day Go, get thee to Youghan, and fetch me a stoup o Liquor.
[Exit 2 Clown..