Hamlet* by William Shakespeare § 5.1

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ACT V
SCENE I. A churchyard.
4335 [Enter two Clowns, with spades, & c]
FIRST CLOWN.
Is she to be buried in Christian burial that
wilfully seeks her own salvation?
SECOND CLOWN.
4340 I tell thee she is: and therefore make her grave
straight: the crowner hath sat on her, and finds it
Christian burial.
FIRST CLOWN.
How can that be, unless she drowned herself in her
4345 own defence?
SECOND CLOWN.
Why, 'tis found so.
FIRST CLOWN.
It must be 'se offendendo;' it cannot be else. For
4350 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, to perform: argal, she drowned
herself wittingly.
SECOND CLOWN.
4355 Nay, but hear you, goodman delver,--
FIRST 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
4360 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.
SECOND CLOWN.
But is this law?
4365 FIRST CLOWN.
Ay, marry, is't; crowner's quest law.
SECOND CLOWN.
Will you ha' the truth on't? If this had not been
a gentlewoman, she should have been buried out o'
4370 Christian burial.
FIRST 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
4375 Christian. Come, my spade. There is no ancient
gentleman but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers:
they hold up Adam's profession.
SECOND CLOWN.
Was he a gentleman?
4380 FIRST CLOWN.
He was the first that ever bore arms.
SECOND CLOWN.
Why, he had none.
FIRST CLOWN.
4385 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--
4390 SECOND CLOWN.
Go to.
FIRST CLOWN.
What is he that builds stronger than either the
mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter?
4395 SECOND CLOWN.
The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives a
thousand tenants.
FIRST CLOWN.
I like thy wit well, in good faith: the gallows
4400 does well; but how does it well? it does well to
those that do in: 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.
SECOND CLOWN.
4405 'Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipwright, or
a carpenter?'
FIRST CLOWN.
Ay, tell me that, and unyoke.
SECOND CLOWN.
4410 Marry, now I can tell.
FIRST CLOWN.
To't.
SECOND CLOWN.
Mass, I cannot tell.
4415 [Enter HAMLET and HORATIO, at a distance]
FIRST CLOWN.
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
4420 grave-maker: 'the houses that he makes last till
doomsday. Go, get thee to Yaughan: fetch me a
stoup of liquor.
[Exit Second Clown]
[He digs and sings]
4425 In youth, when I did love, did love,
Methought it was very sweet,
To contract, O, the time, for, ah, my behove,
O, methought, there was nothing meet.
HAMLET.
4430 Has this fellow no feeling of his business, that he
sings at grave-making?
HORATIO.
Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness.
HAMLET.
4435 'Tis e'en so: the hand of little employment hath
the daintier sense.
FIRST CLOWN.
[Sings]
But age, with his stealing steps,
4440 Hath claw'd me in his clutch,
And hath shipped me intil the land,
As if I had never been such.
[Throws up a skull]
HAMLET.
4445 That skull 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! It
might be the pate of a politician, which this ass
now o'er-reaches; one that would circumvent God,
4450 might it not?
HORATIO.
It might, my lord.
HAMLET.
Or of a courtier; which could say 'Good morrow,
4455 sweet lord! How 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; might it not?
HORATIO.
Ay, my lord.
4460 HAMLET.
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,
4465 but to play at loggats with 'em? mine ache to think on't.
FIRST CLOWN.
[Sings]
A pick-axe, and a spade, a spade,
For and a shrouding sheet:
4470 O, a pit of clay for to be made
For such a guest is meet.
[Throws up another skull]
HAMLET.
There's another: why may not that be the skull of a
4475 lawyer? Where be his quiddities 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? Hum! This fellow might be
4480 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
4485 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?
HORATIO.
4490 Not a jot more, my lord.
HAMLET.
Is not parchment made of sheepskins?
HORATIO.
Ay, my lord, and of calf-skins too.
4495 HAMLET.
They are sheep and calves which seek out assurance
in that. I will speak to this fellow. Whose
grave's this, sirrah?
FIRST CLOWN.
4500 Mine, sir.
[Sings]
O, a pit of clay for to be made
For such a guest is meet.
HAMLET.
4505 I think it be thine, indeed; for thou liest in't.
FIRST CLOWN.
You lie out on't, sir, and therefore it is not
yours: for my part, I do not lie in't, and yet it is mine.
HAMLET.
4510 '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.
FIRST CLOWN.
'Tis a quick lie, sir; 'twill away gain, from me to
you.
4515 HAMLET.
What man dost thou dig it for?
FIRST CLOWN.
For no man, sir.
HAMLET.
4520 What woman, then?
FIRST CLOWN.
For none, neither.
HAMLET.
Who is to be buried in't?
4525 FIRST CLOWN.
One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she's dead.
HAMLET.
How absolute the knave is! we must speak by the
card, or equivocation will undo us. By the Lord,
4530 Horatio, these three years I have taken a note of
it; the age is grown so picked that the toe of the
peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he
gaffs his kibe. How long hast thou been a
grave-maker?
4535 FIRST CLOWN.
Of all the days i' the year, I came to't that day
that our last king Hamlet overcame Fortinbras.
HAMLET.
How long is that since?
4540 FIRST CLOWN.
Cannot you tell that? every fool can tell that: it
was the very day that young Hamlet was born; he that
is mad, and sent into England.
HAMLET.
4545 Ay, marry, why was he sent into England?
FIRST CLOWN.
Why, because he was mad: he shall recover his wits
there; or, if he do not, it's no great matter there.
HAMLET.
4550 Why?
FIRST CLOWN.
'Twill, a not be seen in him there; there the men
are as mad as he.
HAMLET.
4555 How came he mad?
FIRST CLOWN.
Very strangely, they say.
HAMLET.
How strangely?
4560 FIRST CLOWN.
Faith, e'en with losing his wits.
HAMLET.
Upon what ground?
FIRST CLOWN.
4565 Why, here in Denmark: I have been sexton here, man
and boy, thirty years.
HAMLET.
How long will a man lie i' the earth ere he rot?
FIRST CLOWN.
4570 I' faith, if he be not rotten before he die--as we
have many pocky corses now-a-days, that will scarce
hold the laying in--he will last you some eight year
or nine year: a tanner will last you nine year.
HAMLET.
4575 Why he more than another?
FIRST CLOWN.
Why, sir, his hide is so tanned with his trade, that
he will keep out water a great while; and your water
is a sore decayer of your whoreson dead body.
4580 Here's a skull now; this skull has lain in the earth
three and twenty years.
HAMLET.
Whose was it?
FIRST CLOWN.
4585 A whoreson mad fellow's it was: whose do you think it was?
HAMLET.
Nay, I know not.
FIRST CLOWN.
A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! a' poured a
4590 flagon of Rhenish on my head once. This same skull,
sir, was Yorick's skull, the king's jester.
HAMLET.
This?
FIRST CLOWN.
4595 E'en that.
HAMLET.
Let me see.
[Takes the skull]
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow
4600 of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath
borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how
abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at
it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know
not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your
4605 gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment,
that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one
now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?
Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let
her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must
4610 come; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell
me one thing.
HORATIO.
What's that, my lord?
HAMLET.
4615 Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i'
the earth?
HORATIO.
E'en so.
HAMLET.
4620 And smelt so? pah!
[Puts down the skull]
HORATIO.
E'en so, my lord.
HAMLET.
4625 To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Why may
not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander,
till he find it stopping a bung-hole?
HORATIO.
'Twere to consider too curiously, to consider so.
4630 HAMLET.
No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither with
modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it: as
thus: Alexander died, Alexander was buried,
Alexander returneth into dust; the dust is earth; of
4635 earth we make loam; and why of that loam, whereto he
was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel?
Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay,
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away:
O, that that earth, which kept the world in awe,
4640 Should patch a wall to expel the winter flaw!
But soft! but soft! aside: here comes the king.
[Enter Priest, & c. in procession; the Corpse of OPHELIA, LAERTES and Mourners following; KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, their trains, & c]
The queen, the courtiers: who is this they follow?
And with such maimed rites? This doth betoken
4645 The corse they follow did with desperate hand
Fordo its own life: 'twas of some estate.
Couch we awhile, and mark.
[Retiring with HORATIO]
LAERTES.
4650 What ceremony else?
HAMLET.
That is Laertes,
A very noble youth: mark.
LAERTES.
4655 What ceremony else?
FIRST PRIEST.
Her obsequies have been as far enlarged
As we have warrantise: her death was doubtful;
And, but that great command o'ersways the order,
4660 She should in ground unsanctified have lodged
Till the last trumpet: for charitable prayers,
Shards, flints and pebbles should be thrown on her;
Yet here she is allow'd her virgin crants,
Her maiden strewments and the bringing home
4665 Of bell and burial.
LAERTES.
Must there no more be done?
FIRST PRIEST.
No more be done:
4670 We should profane the service of the dead
To sing a requiem and such rest to her
As to peace-parted souls.
LAERTES.
Lay her i' the earth:
4675 And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest,
A ministering angel shall my sister be,
When thou liest howling.
HAMLET.
4680 What, the fair Ophelia!
QUEEN GERTRUDE.
Sweets to the sweet: farewell!
[Scattering flowers]
I hoped thou shouldst have been my Hamlet's wife;
4685 I thought thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid,
And not have strew'd thy grave.
LAERTES.
O, treble woe
Fall ten times treble on that cursed head,
4690 Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense
Deprived thee of! Hold off the earth awhile,
Till I have caught her once more in mine arms:
[Leaps into the grave]
Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead,
4695 Till of this flat a mountain you have made,
To o'ertop old Pelion, or the skyish head
Of blue Olympus.
HAMLET.
[Advancing] What is he whose grief
4700 Bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow
Conjures the wandering stars, and makes them stand
Like wonder-wounded hearers? This is I,
Hamlet the Dane.
[Leaps into the grave]
4705 LAERTES.
The devil take thy soul!
[Grappling with him]
HAMLET.
Thou pray'st not well.
4710 I prithee, take thy fingers from my throat;
For, though I am not splenitive and rash,
Yet have I something in me dangerous,
Which let thy wiseness fear: hold off thy hand.
KING CLAUDIUS.
4715 Pluck them asunder.
QUEEN GERTRUDE.
Hamlet, Hamlet!
ALL.
Gentlemen,--
4720 HORATIO.
Good my lord, be quiet.
[The Attendants part them, and they come out of the grave]
HAMLET.
Why I will fight with him upon this theme
4725 Until my eyelids will no longer wag.
QUEEN GERTRUDE.
O my son, what theme?
HAMLET.
I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers
4730 Could not, with all their quantity of love,
Make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her?
KING CLAUDIUS.
O, he is mad, Laertes.
QUEEN GERTRUDE.
4735 For love of God, forbear him.
HAMLET.
'Swounds, show me what thou'lt do:
Woo't weep? woo't fight? woo't fast? woo't tear thyself?
Woo't drink up eisel? eat a crocodile?
4740 I'll do't. Dost thou come here to whine?
To outface me with leaping in her grave?
Be buried quick with her, and so will I:
And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw
Millions of acres on us, till our ground,
4745 Singeing his pate against the burning zone,
Make Ossa like a wart! Nay, an thou'lt mouth,
I'll rant as well as thou.
QUEEN GERTRUDE.
This is mere madness:
4750 And thus awhile the fit will work on him;
Anon, as patient as the female dove,
When that her golden couplets are disclosed,
His silence will sit drooping.
HAMLET.
4755 Hear you, sir;
What is the reason that you use me thus?
I loved you ever: but it is no matter;
Let Hercules himself do what he may,
The cat will mew and dog will have his day.
4760 [Exit]
KING CLAUDIUS.
I pray you, good Horatio, wait upon him.
[Exit HORATIO]
[To LAERTES]
4765 Strengthen your patience in our last night's speech;
We'll put the matter to the present push.
Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son.
This grave shall have a living monument:
An hour of quiet shortly shall we see;
4770 Till then, in patience our proceeding be.
[Exeunt]

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