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Weigh what convenience both of time and means May fit us to our shape。
If this should fall； And that our drift look through our bad performance。
'Twere better not assay'd。 Therefore this project Should have a back or
second； that might hold If this did blast in proof。 Soft！ let me see。 We'll
make a solemn wager on your cunnings… I ha't！ When in your motion you
are hot and dry… 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
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sipping； If he by chance escape your venom'd stuck； Our purpose may
hold there。… But stay； what noise；
Enter Queen。
How now； sweet queen？ Queen。 One woe doth tread upon another's
heel； So fast they follow。 Your sister's drown'd； Laertes。 Laer。 Drown'd！ O；
where？ Queen。 There is a willow grows aslant a brook； That shows his
hoar leaves in the glassy stream。 There with fantastic garlands did she
come Of crowflowers； nettles； daisies； and long purples； That liberal
shepherds give a grosser name； But our cold maids do dead men's fingers
call them。 There on the pendant boughs her coronet weeds Clamb'ring to
hang； an envious sliver broke； When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook。 Her clothes spread wide And； mermaid…like；
awhile 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 indued
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 she is drown'd？ Queen。 Drown'd； drown'd。 Laer。
Too much of water hast thou； poor Ophelia； And therefore I forbid my
tears； but yet It is our trick； nature her custom holds； Let shame say what it
will。 When these are gone； The woman will be out。 Adieu； my lord。 I have
a speech of fire； that fain would blaze But that this folly douts it。Exit。 King。
Let's follow； Gertrude。 How much I had to do to calm his rage I Now fear I
this will give it start again； Therefore let's follow。Exeunt。
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ACT V。
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SCENE I。 Elsinore。 A churchyard。
Enter two Clowns； ＇with spades and pickaxes＇。
Clown。 Is she to be buried in Christian burial when she wilfully seeks
her own salvation？ Other。 I tell thee she is； therefore make her grave
straight。 The crowner hath sate on her； and finds it Christian burial。 Clown。
How can that be； unless she drown'd herself in her own defence？ Other。
Why； 'tis found so。 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； she drown'd
herself wittingly。 Other。 Nay； but hear you； Goodman Delver！ 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 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。
Other。 But is this law？ Clown。 Ay； marry； is't… crowner's quest law。 Other。
Will you ha' the truth an't？ If this had not been a gentlewoman； she should
have been buried out o' Christian burial。 Clown。 Why； there thou say'st！
And the more pity that great folk should have count'nance in this world to
drown or hang themselves more than their even…Christian。 Come； my
spade！ There is no ancient gentlemen but gard'ners； ditchers； and grave…
makers。 They hold up Adam's profession。 Other。 Was he a gentleman？
Clown。 'A was the first that ever bore arms。 Other。 Why； he had none。
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
question to thee。 If thou answerest me not to the purpose； confess thyself…
Other。 Go to！ Clown。 What is he that builds stronger than either the mason；
the shipwright； or the carpenter？ Other。 The gallows…maker； for that frame
outlives a thousand tenants。 Clown。 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！ Other。 Who
builds stronger than a mason； a shipwright； or a carpenter？ Clown。 Ay； tell
me that； and unyoke。 Other。 Marry； now I can tell！ Clown。 To't。 Other。
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Mass； I cannot tell。
Enter Hamlet and Horatio afar off。
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； say
'a grave…maker。' The houses he makes lasts till doomsday。 Go； get thee to
Yaughan； fetch me a stoup of liquor。 ＇Exit Second Clown。＇
＇Clown digs and＇ sings。
In youth when I did love； did love；Methought it was very sweet；To
contract… O… the time for… a… my behove；O； methought there… a… was
nothing… a… 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 employment hath the daintier sense。 Clown。
（sings）But age with his stealing stepsHath clawed me in his clutch；And
hath shipped me intil the land；As if I had never been such。 ＇Throws up a
skull。＇Ham。 That skull had a tongue in it； and could sing once。 How the
knave jowls it to the ground；as if 'twere Cain's jawbone； that did the first
murther！ This might be the pate of a Politician； which this ass now
o'erreaches； one that would circumvent God； might it not？ Hor。 It might；
my lord。 Ham。 Or of a courtier； which could say 'Good morrow； sweet lord！
How dost thou； good lord？' This might be my Lord Such…a…one； 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 knock'd about the mazzard with a sexton's spade。 Here's fine
revolution； and we had the trick to see't。 Did these bones cost no more the
breeding but to play at loggets with 'em？ Mine ache to think on't。 Clown。
（Sings）A pickaxe and a spade； a spade；For and a shrouding sheet；O； a Pit
of clay for to be madeFor such a guest is meet。 Throws up ＇another skull＇。
Ham。 There's another。 Why may not that be the skull of a lawyer？
Where be his quiddits 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 in's time a great buyer of land； with his
statutes； his recognizances； his fines； his double vouchers； his recoveries。