1. C.
A pickaxe, and a spade, a spade,
[sings.
for—and a shrowding sheet:
o, a pit of clay for to be made
for such a guest is meet.
[throws up another Scull.
Ham.
There's another: Why may not note that be the scull
of a lawyer? Where be his quiddities note now, his quillities, note
his cases, his tenures, and his tricks? why does he suffer
this rude knave note now to knock him about the sconce
with a dirty shovel, and will not tell him of his action note
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: Is this the note fine
of his fines, and the recovery of his recoveries, to have
his fine pate full of fine dirt? will his vouchers note vouch
him no more of his purchases, and double ones too, than
the note length and breadth of a pair of indentures? the very
conveyances of his lands note will hardly lye in this box;
and must the inheritor himself have no more? ha?
Hor.
Not a jot more, my lord.
Ham.
Is not parchment made of sheep-skins?
Hor.
Ay, my lord, and of calves-skins too.
Ham.
They are sheep, and calves, which seek note out assurance
in that. I will speak to this fellow:—Whose
grave's this, sirrah? note
1. C.
Mine, sir.—
O, a note pit of clay for to be made note—
[sings.
-- 116 --
Ham.
I think, it be thine note, indeed; for thou ly'st in't.
1. C.
You lie out on't, sir; and, therefore, it is not
yours: for my part, I do not lie in't, yet note it is mine.
Ham.
Thou dost lie in't, to be in't, and say, it is thine:
'tis for the dead, not for the quick; therefore, thou ly'st.
1. C.
'Tis a quick lie, sir; 'twill away note again, from
me to you.
Ham.
What man dost thou dig it for?
1. C.
For no man, sir.
Ham.
What woman then?
1. C.
For none neither.
Ham.
Who is to be bury'd in't?
1. C.
One, that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul,
she's dead.
Ham.
How absolute the knave is! we must speak by
the card, or equivocation will undo us. note By the lord, Horatio,
these three years14Q1474 I have taken note note of it; the age
is grown so picked, that the note toe of the peasant comes so
near the heel note of the courtier note, he galls his kybe.—How
long hast thou been a grave-maker?
1. C.
Of all the note days i' the year, I came to't that day
that our last king Hamlet overcame note Fortinbras.
Ham.
How long is that since?
1. C.
Cannot you tell that? every fool can tell that:
It was that very note day that young Hamlet was born; he
that is mad, note and sent into England.
Ham.
Ay, marry, why was he sent into England?
1. C.
Why, because he was mad: he shall note recover his
wits there; or, if he do not, 'tis note no great matter there.
Ham.
Why?
1. C.
'Twill not be seen in him there; there the men note
are as mad as he.
-- 117 --
Ham.
How came he mad?
1. C.
Very strangely, they say.
Ham.
How strangely?
1. C.
'Faith, e'en with losing his wits.
Ham.
Upon what ground?
1. C.
Why, here in Denmark: I have been sexton here, note
man, and boy, thirty years.
Ham.
How long will a man lie i' the earth ere he rot?
1. C.
'Faith, note if he be not rotten before he die, (as we
have many pocky coarses now-a-days, note that will scarce
hold the laying in) he will note last you some eight year, or
nine year: a tanner will last you nine year. note
Ham.
Why he more than another?
1. C.
Why, sir, his hide is so tan'd with his trade,
that he will keep out water a great while; and your water
is a sore decayer of your whorson dead body. Here's
† a scull now hath lain you i' the earth twenty three
years. note
Ham.
Whose was it?
1. C.
A whorson mad fellow's it was; Whose do you
think it was?
Ham.
Nay, I know not.
1. C.
A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! he pour'd
a flagon of rhenish on my head once: This same scull,
sir, note was sir Yorick's note scull, the king's jester.
Ham.
This?
[takes the Scull.
1. C.
E'en that.
Ham.
Alas note, poor Yorick!—I knew him, Horatio; a fellow
of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath born
me note on his back a thousand times; and now note, how abhorr'd
in my imagination it note is! my gorge rises at it.
Here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how
-- 118 --
oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your
songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set
the table on a roar? not one note now, to mock your own
grinning? note quite chap-faln? Now get you to my lady's
chamber, note and tell her, Let her paint an inch thick, to
this favour she must come; make her laugh note at that.—
Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing.
Hor.
What's that, my lord?
Ham.
Dost thou think, Alexander look'd o' this fashion
i' the earth?
Hor.
E'en so.
Ham.
And smelt so? pah!
[throws it down.
Hor.
E'en so, my lord.
Ham.
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?
Hor.
'Twere to consider too curiously, to consider so.
Ham.
No, 'faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither
with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it: As
thus, note—Alexander dy'd, Alexander was bury'd, Alexander
returneth note to dust; the dust is earth; of earth we make
lome; And why of that lome, whereto he was converted,
might they not stop a beer-barrel?
Imperial note Cæsar, 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,
Should patch a wall to expel note the winter's note flaw!
But, soft, but soft, aside; note here comes the king,
Enter Priests, &c. in solemn Procession,
a Coffin following: Laertes, and Mourners, after it;
King, Queen, their Trains, &c.
The queen, the courtiers; Who is this they note follow?
-- 119 --
And with such maimed rites! note This doth betoken,
The coarse, they follow, did with desperate hand
Fore-do it's own note life: 'Twas of note some estate:
Couch we a while, and mark.
[retiring with Horatio.
Lae.
What ceremony else?
[to the Priests.
Ham.
That is Laertes,
[to Horatio.
A very noble youth: Mark. note
Lae.
What ceremony else?
1. P.
Her note obsequies have been as far enlarg'd
As we have warranty: note Her death was doubtful;
And, but that great command o'er-sways the order,
She should in ground unsanctify'd have lodg'd note,
'Till the last trumpet; for charitable prayers, note
Shards, note flints, and pebbles, should be thrown on her:
Yet here14Q1475 she is allow'd her virgin rites, note
Her maiden strewments, and the bringing home
Of bell and burial.
Lae.
Must there no more be done?
1. P.
No note more be done;
We should prophane the service of the dead,
To sing a requiem note and such rest to her
As to peace-parted souls.
Lae.
Lay her i' the earth:—
[Coffin lay'd in.
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
May violets spring!—I tell thee, churlish priest,
A ministring angel shall my sister be,
When thou ly'st howling.
Ham.
What, the fair Ophelia!
Que.
Sweets to the sweet: [strewing Flowers.] Farewell!
I hop'd, thou should'st have been my Hamlet's wife;
I thought, thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid,
-- 120 --
And not have note strew'd thy grave.
Lae.
O, treble woe note
Fall ten times treble on note that cursed head,
Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense
Depriv'd thee of!—Hold off the earth a while,
'Till I have caught her once more in mine arms:
[leaps into the Grave.
Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead;
'Till of this flat a mountain you have made,
To o'er-top old Pelion, or the skyish head
Of blue Olympus.
Ham.
What is he, [advancing.] whose grief note
Bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow
Conjures note the wandring stars, and makes them stand
Like wonder-wounded hearers? this is I note,
Hamlet the Dane.
[leaps too in the Grave.
Lae.
The devil take thy soul!
[grappling with him.
Ham.
Thou pray'st not well.
I pr'ythee, take thy fingers from my throat;
For, though note I am not splenitive and note rash,
Yet have I in me something note dangerous,
Which let thy wisdom fear: Hold off thy note hand.
Kin.
Pluck them asunder.
Que.
Hamlet, Hamlet!
Att.
Gentlemen, note—
[the Attendants part them.
Hor.
Good my note lord, be quiet.
[to Hamlet.
[they come out of the Grave.
Ham.
Why, I will fight with him upon this theme,
Until my eye-lids will no longer wag.
Que.
O my son, what theme?
Ham.
I lov'd Ophelia; forty thousand brothers
Could not with all their quantity note of love
-- 121 --
Make up my sum.—What wilt thou do for her?
Kin.
O, he is mad, Laertes.
Que.
For love of God, forbear him.
Ham.
—'Zounds, show note me what thou't do:
Wou't weep? wou't fight? wou't fast? note wou't tear thyself?
Wou't drink up Elsil? note note14Q1476 eat a crocodile?
I'll do't. Dost thou come note here to note whine?
To out-face me with leaping in her grave?
Be bury'd quick with her; and so will I:
And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw
Millions of acres on us; 'till our ground,
Sindging his pate against the burning zone,
Make Ossa like a wart: Nay, an thou'lt mouth,
I'll rant as well as thou.
Que.
This is note meer madness:
And thus a note while the fit will work on him;
Anon14Q1477, as patient as the female dove, note
When that her golden couplets note are disclos'd,
His silence will sit drooping.
Ham.
Hear you, sir;
What is the reason that you use me thus?
I lov'd you ever: But note it is no matter;
Let Hercules himself do what he may,
The cat will mew, and dog note will have his day.
[Exit Hamlet.
Kin.
I pray thee, good note Horatio, wait upon him—
[Exit Horatio.
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.—
[Exit Queen, &c.
This grave shall have a living monument:
-- 122 --
An hour of quiet thereby shall note we see;
'Till then in patience our proceeding be.
[Exeunt.
Edward Capell [1767], Mr William Shakespeare his comedies, histories, and tragedies, set out by himself in quarto, or by the Players his Fellows in folio, and now faithfully republish'd from those Editions in ten Volumes octavo; with an introduction: Whereunto will be added, in some other Volumes, notes, critical and explanatory, and a Body of Various Readings entire (Printed by Dryden Leach, for J. and R. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S10601].
