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There with fantastick garlands did she come,
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples,
(That liberal thepherds give a grosser name ;
But our cold maids do dead mens fingers call them ;)
There on the pendant boughs, her coronet weeds
Clambring to hang, an envious sliver broke ;
When down her weedy trophies and her self
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 indewed
Unto that element: but long it could not be,
'Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pulld 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 haft thou, poor Ophelia,
And therefore I forbid my tears : but yet
It is our trick ; Nature her custom holds,
Let Shame fay 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 drowns it.

King. Follow, Gertrude :
How much had I to do to calm his rage ?
Now fear I, this will give it start again ;
Therefore let's follow.


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I CLOWN. S she to be buried in christian burial, that willfully feeks her own salvacion?

2 Clozen. I tell thee, she is, therefore make her Grave straight; the crowner hath sate on

her, and finds it christian burial. 1 Clown. How can that be, unless she drowned her felf in her own defence?

2 Clown. Why, 'tis found fo.

i Clown. It must be fe- offendendo, it cannot be else. For here lyes the point ; if I drown my felf wittingly, it argues an act; and an act hath three branches ; It is to act, to do, and to perform ; argal, se drown'd her self wittingly.

2 Clown. Nay, but hear you, goodman Delver.

1 Clown. Give me leave'; here lies the water, good : here stands the man, good: if the man go to this water, and drown hiinself, 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, thortens nor his own life.

2 Clown. But is this law ?
i Clown. Ay, marry is't, crowner's quest-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 þurial.

i Clown. Why, there thou fay’st. And the more pity, that great folk should have countenance in this world to


drown or hang themselves, more than other christians. (66) Come, my spade ; there is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers ; they hold up Adam's profession.

2 Clown. Was he a gentleinan ?
I Clown. He was the first; that ever bore arms.
2 Clown. Why, he had none.

1 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 answereft me not to the purpose, confess

thy self

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 outlives a thousand tenants.

i 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 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?

1 Clown. Ay, tell me that, and unyoke.
2 Clown. Marry, now I can tell.
I Clown. To't.
2 Clown. Mars, I cannot tell.

(66). more than other Christians.] All the old Books read, as Doctor Thirlby accurately observes to me, their even Christen, i. e. their fellow-Christians. This was the Language of those Days, when we retain'd a good Portion of the Idiom receiv'd from our Saxon Ancestors.* Emne Christen.) Frater in Chrifto. Saxonicum; quod malè intelligentes, i oven Chriftian proferunt : atq; ità editur in Oratione Henrici VIII. ad Parlamentum An. regn. 37. Sed rectè in L. L. Edouardi confeff. ca. 36.

fratrem suum, quod Angli dicunt Emne Criyten. Spelman in his Glosary. The Doctor thinks this learned Antiquary mistaken, in making even, a Corruption of Emnes for that even or Eken, and Emne are Saxon Words of the same Import and Signification. I'll subjoin, in Confirmation of the Doctor's Opinion, what Somner says upon this Head. Exen, Æquus, equalis, par, juftus, even, equal, alikt, &c Emne, Æquus, juftus, æqualis, even; uQ, egual. Emne- fcolere, Condiscipulus, a schoolfellow. 3


Enter Hamlet and Horatio, at a distance. 1 1 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 gravemaker. The houses, he makes, last ’till dooms-day: go, get thee to Youghan, and fetch me a stoup of liquor.

[Exit 2 Clown.

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He digs, and sings.
In youth when I did love, did love, (67)

Methought, it was very sweet;
To contract, ch, the time for, a, my behove,

Oh, methought, there was nothing meet. Ham. Has this fellow no feeling of his business, that he sings at Grave-making?

Hor. Custom hath made it to him a property of easiness.

Ham. 'Tis e'en so; the hand of little imployment hach the daintier sense.

Clown sings.
But age, with his stealing steps,

Hath claw'd me in his clutch :
And hath shipped me into the land,

As if I had never been such,

Ham. That scull had a tongue in it, and could fing once ; how the knave jowles it to the ground, as if it were Cain's jaw-bone, that did the first murther ! this might be the pate of a politician, which this ass o'er-offices; one that would circumvent God, might it not?

Her. It might, my lord.

(67) In Youth, when I did love, &c.] The Three Stanga's, fung here by the Grave-digger, are extracted, with a flight Variation, from a little Poem, calld, The Aged Lover renounceth Love: written by Henry Howard Earl of Surrey, who fourish'd in the Reign of King Henry VIIJ. and who was beheaded in 1547, on a straind Accufation of Treason.



of Denmark

Denmark. 347 Ham. Or of a courtier, which could say, “ good

morrow, sweet lord; how doft 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 knockt about the mazzard with a sexton's spade. Here's a fine revolution, if we had the trick to fee't. Did these bones coft no more the breeding, but to play at loggats with 'em? mine ake to think on't. (68)

Clown sings.
A pick-axe and a spade, a spade,

For,—and a shrouding sheet !
O, a pit of clay for to be made

For such a guest is meet.
Ham. There's another: why may not that be the scull
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 ba
tery? 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 fine of
his fines, and the recovery of his recoveries, to have his

full of fine dirt? will his vouchers vouch him 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 lye in this box ; and must the inheritor himself have no more? ha?

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(68) Did these Bones coft no more the breeding, but to play at loggers with them ] I have restor'd, from the old Copies, the true Word, Loggats. We meet with it again in Ben Jonson:

Now are they tolling of his Legs and Arms
Like Loggats at a Pear-tree.

A Tale of a Tub.
What sort of Sport this was, I confess, I do not know, but I find it in
the Lift of unlawful Games, prohibited by a Statute 33 Henry VIII.
Chạp. 9. 5 16.


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