Hamlet: Act 5 Scene 1
A churchyard.
Enter two Clowns, with spades, & c
First Clown
Is she to be buried in Christian burial that wilfully seeks her own salvation?
Poe sayi meiua nìmuiä tsatu ftxey nìeromum terkup srak?
Second Clown
I tell thee she is: and therefore make her grave
Oel ngati peng srane ulte fpi tsalun kllkulat poyä tìkeruseyä tìkllkulat.
straight: the crowner hath sat on her, and finds it Christian burial.
Nìnyu fyape kerusey nolìmìn ulte poan si san ayoe meiua nìmuiä.
First Clown
How can that be, unless she drowned herself in her own defence?
Fyape tsun tsa'u lu nìngay txo poeru ke tspang poeti tengkrr herawnu poeti?
Second Clown
Why, 'tis found so.
Tsnì lu fya tsole'a.
First Clown
It must be 'se offendendo;' it cannot be else. For
Fì'u zene lu "se offendo", fì'u lu law.
here lies the point: if I drown myself wittingly,
Fì'u tsranten, txo oel tspìvang oeti nìeromum
it argues an act: and an act hath three branches: it
fìkem si ral nìsiti ulte nìsiru lu pxevul
is, to act, to do, to perform: argal, she drowned herself wittingly.
si, si, si, ulte ha poeti tspang poel nìeromum.
Second Clown
Nay, but hear you, goodman delver,--
Kehe, slä tìng mikyun ma sìltsana tutel oeru.
First Clown
Give me leave. Here lies the water; good: here
Oeti ngal tung, fìtsenget tok payl, sìltsan,
stands the man; good; if the man go to this water,
txo tuteri kä fìpayru sì tuteti tspang,
and drown himself, it is, will he, nill he, he
tengfya ke eltu si, tse'a ngal tute kä,
goes,--mark you that; but if the water come to him
slä txo payri tuteru kä slä tspang tuteti,
and drown him, he drowns not himself: argal, he
tutel tuteti ke tspang: ha tsari rolìmä'ä
that is not guilty of his own death shortens not his own life.
, tuteyä tìrey ke si hì'i.
Second Clown
But is this law?
Fì'u ngay lu srak?
First Clown
Ay, marry, is't; crowner's quest law.
Srane, fì'u lu ngay nìnyuyä fyape kerusey.
Second Clown
Will you ha' the truth on't? If this had not been
Ngal new omum ngayti srak? Txo fìpo ke lolu
a gentlewoman, she should have been buried out o' Christian burial.
tuté alemeuia, poeti ayoengìl ke sivi meuia nìmuiä.
First Clown
Why, there thou say'st: and the more pity that
Ngal plltxe fìkem,
great folk should have countenance in this world to
sìnawmri ayoengal tängung foti tspang,
drown or hang themselves, more than their even
slä ayoengl meuia sängi nìmuiä.
Christian. Come, my spade. There is no ancient
Oeyä kllkulatyu! Aungaiyä ayzamungyu anawm
gentleman but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers: they hold up Adam's profession.
ke tok tsatu ke lu wll aysiyu sì ayhllkulatyu tengfya foru lu 'awvea tuteyä lun.
Second Clown
Was he a gentleman?
Po nawm lolu srak?
First Clown
He was the first that ever bore arms.
Srane. 'Awvea po lu zamunge.
Second Clown
Why, he had none.
Slä poru ke'u zamunge lu.
First Clown
What, art a heathen? How dost thou understand the
Ngal ke'uti omum srak? Fyape ngal swoka aylì'u tslam?
Scripture? The Scripture says 'Adam digged:'
Aylì'u plltxe san "'awvea tute karmllkulat" sìk
could he dig without arms? I'll put another
po tsivun kllkulat txo poru lu ke'u zamunge srak? Oel ngaru tìpawmti pìyawm
question to thee: if thou answerest me not to the purpose, confess thyself--
txo ngal oeti pìylltxe kefaral tsakrr mivllte ngal skxawng lu--
Second Clown
Go to.
Pawm.
First Clown
What is he that builds stronger than either the
tupe po lu a nì'ul nìtxur si
mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter?
to tskeyä siyu sì payranä siyu fu sangekä siyu?
Second Clown
The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives a thousand tenants.
fìpo tspangyuyä siyu lu. Tsa'u rayey nì'ul krr to txan sute.
First Clown
I like thy wit well, in good faith: the gallows
oeru ngayä ronsemil prrte lu.
does well; but how does it well? it does well to
Tspangyu nìltsan seri, slä fyape tspanyu seri nìltsan? Tspangyu seri nìltsan foru
those that do in: now thou dost ill to say the
a mì spangyu si. Nga nìkawng plltxe san
gallows is built stronger than the church: argal,
tspangyu nì'ul nìtxur sami to swotu sìk, ha,
the gallows may do well to thee. To't again, come.
tspangyu sivi nìltsan. Oel pawm nìmun.
Second Clown
'Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipwright, or a carpenter?'
tupe po lu a nì'ul nìtxur si to tskeyä siyu sì payranä siyu fu sangekä siyu srak?
First Clown
Ay, tell me that, and unyoke.
srane, oer ulte ke lu yusamìm.
Second Clown
Marry, now I can tell.
Eywafpi, oe ke tsun set pivlltxe.
First Clown
To't.
oeru.
Second Clown
Mass, I cannot tell.
oe ke tsun.
Enter HAMLET and HORATIO, at a distance
First Clown
Cudgel thy brains no more about it, for your dull
ke tsam si eltuhu nì'ul krr, ha
ass will not mend his pace with beating; and, when
snumìna pa'li ke nìwin kä txo musamun'i ulte, krr a
you are asked this question next, say 'a
fìsìpawmti ngaru oel pawm, plltxe san
grave-maker: 'the houses that he makes last till
siyu tìkllkulatyä tìkeruseyyä sìk,
doomsday. Go, get thee to Yaughan: fetch me a stoup of liquor.
poyä helku tayok frakrr. Kä ne Yaughan oeru [stoup of liquor]ti munge.
Exit Second Clown
He digs and sings
In youth, when I did love, did love,
Akrr oe 'eveng lu, akrr oel [loved], [loved],
Methought it was very sweet,
Oe fpamìl sìltsan
To contract, O, the time, for, ah, my behove,
oeyä muntxa, O, livu tìmuntxaru
O, methought, there was nothing meet.
O, oe fpamìl ke tivok wong.
HAMLET
Has this fellow no feeling of his business, that he sings at grave-making?
fìporu ketxe'lan lu srak? Pori rol ha zene.
HORATIO
Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness.
poan slamu txankrrhu fpom sìkeruseyhu.
HAMLET
'Tis e'en so: the hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.
fì'u ngay lu, po a ke si nìtxan muiä nì'ul lu.
First Clown
[Sings]
[rol]
But age, with his stealing steps,
slä yola krr hu poyä fnua [footsteps]
Hath claw'd me in his clutch,
pori oeti za'amärip poru
And hath shipped me intil the land,
ulte oeti munge oeyä kllpxìltuftu
As if I had never been such.
fte po lu na oe tamok kawkrr.
Throws up a skull
HAMLET
That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once:
lamu tsa [skull]ru ftxì ulte po tsun rivol.
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,
might it not?
HORATIO
It might, my lord.
HAMLET
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 praised my lord
such-a-one's horse, when he meant to beg it; might it not?
HORATIO
Ay, my lord.
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,
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:
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
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
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
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
Not a jot more, my lord.
HAMLET
Is not parchment made of sheepskins?
HORATIO
Ay, my lord, and of calf-skins too.
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
Mine, sir.
Sings
O, a pit of clay for to be made
For such a guest is meet.
HAMLET
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
'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.
HAMLET
What man dost thou dig it for?
First Clown
For no man, sir.
HAMLET
What woman, then?
First Clown
For none, neither.
HAMLET
Who is to be buried in't?
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,
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?
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?
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
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
Why?
First Clown
'Twill, a not be seen in him there; there the men
are as mad as he.
HAMLET
How came he mad?
First Clown
Very strangely, they say.
HAMLET
How strangely?
First Clown
Faith, e'en with losing his wits.
HAMLET
Upon what ground?
First Clown
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
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
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.
Here's a skull now; this skull has lain in the earth
three and twenty years.
HAMLET
Whose was it?
First Clown
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
flagon of Rhenish on my head once. This same skull,
sir, was Yorick's skull, the king's jester.
HAMLET
This?
First Clown
E'en that.
HAMLET
Let me see.
Takes the skull
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow
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
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
come; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell
me one thing.
HORATIO
What's that, my lord?
HAMLET
Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i' the earth?
HORATIO
E'en so.
HAMLET
And smelt so? pah!
Puts down the skull
HORATIO
E'en so, my lord.
HAMLET
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.
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
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,
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
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
What ceremony else?
HAMLET
That is Laertes,
A very noble youth: mark.
LAERTES
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,
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
Of bell and burial.
LAERTES
Must there no more be done?
First Priest
No more be done:
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:
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
What, the fair Ophelia!
QUEEN GERTRUDE
Sweets to the sweet: farewell!
Scattering flowers
I hoped thou shouldst have been my Hamlet's wife;
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,
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,
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
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
LAERTES
The devil take thy soul!
Grappling with him
HAMLET
Thou pray'st not well.
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
Pluck them asunder.
QUEEN GERTRUDE
Hamlet, Hamlet!
All
Gentlemen,--
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
Until my eyelids will no longer wag.
QUEEN GERTRUDE
O my son, what theme?
HAMLET
I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers
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
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?
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,
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:
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
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.
Exit
KING CLAUDIUS
I pray you, good Horatio, wait upon him.
Exit HORATIO
To LAERTES
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;
Till then, in patience our proceeding be.
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