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 ____ Such a report of singularitie,

Will bring him on, although against his will.

And lest that all should misse,

I'le haue a potion that shall ready stand,

In all his heate when that he calles for drinke,

Shall be his period and our happinesse.

Lear. T'is excellent, O would the time were come!

Here comes the Queene. enter the Queene.

king How now Gertred, why looke you heauily?

Queene O my Lord, the yong Ofelia

Hauing made a garland of sundry sortes of floures,

Sitting vpon a willow by a brooke,

The enuious sprig broke, into the brooke she fell,

And for a while her clothes spread wide abroade,

Bore the yong Lady vp: and there she sate smiling,

Euen Mermaide‐like, twixt heauen and earth,

Chaunting olde sundry tunes vncapable

As it were of her distresse, but long it could not be,

Till that her clothes, being heauy with their drinke,

Dragg'd the sweete wretch to death.

Lear. So, she is drownde:

Too much of water hast thou Ofelia,

Therefore I will not drowne thee in my teares,

Reuenge it is must yeeld this heart releefe,

For woe begets woe, and griefe hangs on griefe. exeunt.

enter Clowne and an other. Clowne I say no, she ought not to be buried

In christian buriall.

2. Why sir?

Clowne Mary because shee's drownd.

2. But she did not drowne her selfe.

Clowne No, that's certaine, the water drown'd her.

2. Yea but it was against her will.

Clowne No, I deny that, for looke you sir, I stand here,

If the water come to me, I drowne not my selfe:

But if I goe to the water, and am there drown'd,

Ergo

Prince of Denmarke. Ergo I am guiltie of my owne death:

Y'are gone, goe y'are gone sir.

2. I but see, she hath christian buriall,

Because she is a great woman.

Clowne Mary more's the pitty, that great folke

Should haue more authoritie to hang or drowne

Themselues, more than other people:

Goe fetch me a stope of drinke, but before thou

Goest, tell me one thing, who buildes strongest,

Of a Mason, a Shipwright, or a Carpenter?

2. Why a Mason, for he buildes all of stone,

And will indure long.

Clowne That's prety, too't agen, too't agen.

2. Why then a Carpenter, for he buildes the gallowes,

And that brings many a one to his long home.

Clowne Prety agen, the gallowes doth well, mary howe dooes it well? the gallowes dooes well to them that doe ill, goe get thee gone:

And if any one aske thee hereafter, say,

A Graue‐maker, for the houses he buildes

Last till Doomes‐day. Fetch me a stope of beere, goe.

Enter Hamlet and Horatio. Clowne A picke‐axe and a spade,

A spade for and a winding sheete,

Most fit it is, for t'will be made, he throwes vp a shouel.

For such a ghest most meete.

Ham. Hath this fellow any feeling of himselfe,

That is thus merry in making of a graue?

See how the slaue joles their heads against the earth.

Hor. My lord, Custome hath made it in him seeme no­ (thing.

Clowne A pick‐axe and a spade, a spade,

For and a winding sheete,

Most fit it is for to be made,

For such a ghest most meet.

Ham. Looke you, there's another Horatio.55

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