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1 Clown. Why, because he was mad: he shall recover his wits there; or, if he do not, it 's no great matter there.
i Clown. 'T will not be seen in him there; there the men are as mad as he.
Hamlet. How came he mad ?
1 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?
I 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?
160 i 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?
i Clown. A whoreson mad fellow's it was; whose do you think it was?
Hamlet. Nay, I know not.
i 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.
171 Hamlet. This ? i 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 thwati nausea eusnes. it is! my gorge rises 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 chop-fallen? Now get you to my
lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to ш иши. this favour she must come; make her laugh at that.-Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing.
185 Horatio. What 's that, my lord ?
Hamlet. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion
Horatio. E'en so.
191 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? gawigilly Horatio. 'T were to consider too curiously, to consider so.
aby Hamlet. No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither
with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it; as thus :
Should patch a wall to expel the winter's faw!
Enter Priests, etc., in procession; the Corpse of OPHELIA,
imperfut, they would not hay all the rilis
and perform at irera
The corse they follow did with desperate hand
Laertes. What ceremony else?
i Priest. Her obsequies have been as far enlarg'd
No more be done;
Lay her i’ the earth ;-
What, the fair Ophelia !
O, treble woe
[Leaps into the grave.
Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead,
Hamlet. [Advancing] What is he whose grief
Bears such an emphasis ? whose phrase of sorrow
[Leaps into the grave.
[Grappling with him.
King: Pluck them asunder.
Good my lord, be quiet.
Queen. O my son, what theme?
Hamlet. I lov’d Ophelia ; forty thousand brothers
King. O, he is mad, Laertes.
Hamlet. 'Swounds, show me what thou ’lt do:
Woo't drink up eisel ? eat a crocodile? Orick vinegar (mentally
And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw
This is mere madness :
Hear you, sir;
[Exit Horatio, [To Laertes] Strengthen your patience in our last night's
speech; We 'll put the matter to the present push.- iustaut Test. Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son. This grave shall have a living monument: lastry . lirik s plovy
that Iramlet olulu teros An hour of quiet shortly shall we see; Till then, in patience our proceeding be. [Exeunte
SCENE II. A Hall in the Castle.
Enter HAMLET and HORATIO.
Horatio. Remember it, my lord !
Hamlet. Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting; That would not let me sleep; methought I lay Worse than the mutines in the bilboes. Rashly, atat fettere, writ And prais'd be rashness for it, let us know, werden a long
kept the lego fact.