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To show yourself in deed your father's son
To cut his throat i'the church.
I will do't: And, for the purpose, I'll anoint my sword. I bought an unction of a mountebank. So mortal, that but dip a knife in it, Where it draws blood no cataplasm so rare, Collected from all simples that have virtue Under the moon, can save the thing from death, That is but scratch'd withal: I'll touch my point With this contagion; that, if I gall hiin slightly, It may be death.
9 A sword unbated,] i. e. not blunted as foils are.
a pass of practice,] Practice is often by Shakspeare, and other writers, taken for an insidious stratagem, or privy treason, a sense not incongruous to this passage, where yet it may mean a thrust for exercise ; or perhaps, a favourite pass, one he was well practised in.
? It may be death.] It is a matter of surprise, that no one of Shakspeare's numerous and able commentators has remarked, with proper warmth and detestation, the villainous assassin-like treachery of Laertes in this horrid plot. There is the more occasion that he should be here pointed out an object of abhorrence, as he is a character we are, in some preceding parts of the play, led to respect and admire. Ritson.
Let's further think of this; Weigh, what convenience, both of time and means, May fit us to our shape: if this should fail, 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 should 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 preferr’d him A chalice for the nonce; whereon but sipping, If he by chance escape your venom'd stuck,o 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 ascaunt the brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; Therewith fantastick garlands did she make Of crow-flowers, 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 pendent boughs her coronet weeds
3 May fit us to our shape:] May enable us to assume proper characters, and to act our part.
- blast in proof.] A metaphor taken from the trying or proving fire-arms or cannon, which often blast or burst in the proof.
I'll have preferr'd him-] i. e. presented to him. If he by chance escape your venom'd stuck,] i. e. your venom'd thrust. Stuck was a term of the fencing-school.
liberal-) Liberal is free-spoken, licentious in language.
Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke;
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Alas then, she is drown'd?
Laer. Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,
Let's follow, Gertrude: How much I had to do to calm his rage! Now fear I, this will give it start again; Therefore, let's follow.
SCENE I. A Church Yard.
Enter Two Clowns, with Spades, &c. i Clo. Is she to be buried in christian burial, that wilfully seeks her own salvation?
As one incapable of her own distress,] As one having no understanding or knowledge of her danger.
9 The woman will be out.] i. e. tears will flow.
2 Clo. I tell thee, she is; therefore make her grave straight:' the crowner hath set on her, and finds it christian burial.
i Clo. How can that be, unless she drowned herself in her own defence?
2 Clo. Why, 'tis found so.
i Clo. 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 drowned herself wittingly.
2 Clo. Nay, but hear you, goodman delver.
1 Clo. 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.
2 Clo. But is this law?
2 Clo. Will you ha' the truth on't? If this had not been a gentlewoman, she should have been buried out of christian burial.
i Clo. Why, there thou say'st: And the more pity; that great folks shall have countenance in this world to drown or hang themselves, more than their even christian. Come, my spade. There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers; they hold up Adam's profession.
2 Clo. Was he a gentleman?
make her grave straight:) i. e. immediately.
an act hath three branches; it is, to act, to do, and to perform:] Ridicule on scholastick divisions without distinction; and of distinctions without difference. WARBURTON.
their even christian.) An old English expression for fellow-christian.
i Clo. He was the first that ever bore arms. 2 Clo. Why, he had none.
i Clo. 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
2 Clo. Go to.
i Clo. What is he, that builds stronger than either the mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter?
2 Clo. The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives a thousand tenants.
1 Clo. 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.
2 °Clo. Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipwright, or a carpenter?
i Clo. Ay, tell me that, and unyoke.
Enter Hamlet and Horatio, at a distance.
i Clo. 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 grave-maker; the houses that he makes, last till doomsday. Go, get thee to Yaughan, and fetch me a stoup of liquor.
[Exit 2 Clown.
Methought, it was very sweet,
0, methought, there was nothing meet.