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And set a double varnish on the fame
Laer. I will do't ;
King. Let's further think of this,
--when in your motion you are hot, And make your bouts more violent to th’end, And that he calls for drink, I'll have prepar'd him A chalice for the nonce; whereon but sipping, If he by chance escape your venom'd tuck, Our purpose may hold there. How now, sweet Queen ?
S CE N E X.
Laer. Drown'd? oh where?
Queen. There is a willow grows allant a brook,
Laer. Alas then, Ihe is drown'd!
Laer. Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,
A CT V. SCENE I.
Enter two Clowns, with Spades and mattocks.
i Clown. I S she to be buried in christian burial, that willfully seeks her own salvation ?
2 Clown. I tell thee, she is; therefore make her grave straight, the crowner hath fate on her, and finds it christian burial.
1 Clown. How can that be, unless she drowned her self in her own defence?
2 Clown. Why, 'tis found so.
i Clown. It must be se offendendo, it cannot be else: For here lyes the point ; if I drown my self wittingly, it argues an act; and an act hath three branches. It is to act, to do, and to perform; argal, she drown'd her self witingly.
2 Clown. Nay, but hear you, goodman Delver.
1 Clown. Give me leave; here lyes 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 buried out of christian burial.
1 Clown. Why, there thou say'st. And the more pity that great folk ihould have countenance in this world to
drown or hang themselves, more than other chriftians, Come, my spade; there is no ancient gentlemen but gat. deners, ditchers, and grave-makers; they hold up Adan's profession.
2 Clown. Was he a gentleman?
1 Clown. What, art a heathen ? how doft thou under stand the scripture ? the scripture says, Adam diggd; could he dig without arms? I'll put another question to thee ; if thou answerest me not to the purpole, confess
2 Clown. Go to.
i Clown. What is he that builds stronger than either the mason, the ship-wright, or the carpenter?
2 Clown. The gallows-maker, for that frame out-lives a thousand tenants.
i Clown. I like thy wit well in good faith, the gallows does well; but how does it well? ic does well to those that do ill: now thou doft 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?
i Clown. Ay, tell me that, and unyoke.
Enter Hamlet and Horacio at a distance. i 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, fay a grave-maker. The houses he makes, last 'till dooms-day: go, get thee to Yougban, fetch me a stoup of liquor, [Exit 2 Clown.
He digs and sings.
Methought it was very sweet ;
Oh met bought there was nothing to meet.' Ham. Has this fellow no feeling of his business, that 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 imployment hath the daintier sense.
Harb claw'd me in his clutch :
As if I ne'er had been such.
Hor. It might, my Lord.
Ham. Or of a courcier, which could say, Good-morrow, sweet Lord; bow dost thou, good Lord ? this might be my Lord such a one's, 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 knockt about the mazzard with a fexton's spade. Here's fine revolution, if we had the trick to see't. Did these bones cost no more the breeding, but to play at loggats with 'em ? mine ake to think on't.
For, and a shrowding Sheet!
For such a guest is meet.
Ham, : 7 nothing meet