_Ham._ Why, e'en so: and now my Lady Worm's;[2010] chapless, and knocked about the mazzard with a sexton's[2011] 85 spade: here's fine revolution, an we had the trick to see't.[2012] Did these bones cost no more the breeding, but to play at loggats with 'em? mine ache to think on't.[2013] _First Clo._ [_Sings_] A pick-axe, and a spade, a spade,[1998] For and a shrouding sheet:[2014] 90 O, a pit of clay for to be made For such a guest is meet. [Throws up another skull.[2015] _Ham._ There's another: why may not that be the skull[2016] of a lawyer? Where be his quiddities now, his quillets, his[2017] cases, his tenures, and his tricks? why does he suffer this 95 rude knave now to knock him about the sconce with a dirty[2018] shovel, and will not tell him of his action of battery? Hum![2019] 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[2020] 100 of his recoveries, to have his fine pate full of fine dirt? will[2020][2021] his vouchers vouch him no more of his purchases, and double[2022][2023] ones too, than the length and breadth of a pair of indentures?[2023] The very conveyances of his lands will hardly lie in[2024] this box; and must the inheritor himself have no more, ha? 105 _Hor._ Not a jot more, my lord. _Ham._ Is not parchment made of sheep-skins? _Hor._ Ay, my lord, and of calf-skins too.[2025] _Ham._ They are sheep and calves which seek out assurance[2026] in that. I will speak to this fellow. Whose grave's 110 this, sirrah?[2027] _First Clo._ Mine, sir.[2028] [_Sings_] O, a pit of clay for to be made[2028][2029] For such a guest is meet.[2030] _Ham._ I think it be thine indeed, for thou liest in't.[2031] 115 _First Clo._ You lie out on't, sir, and therefore 'tis not[2032] yours: for my part, I do not lie in't, and yet it is mine.[2033] _Ham._ 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 Clo._ 'Tis a quick lie, sir; 'twill away again, from[2034] 120 me to you. _Ham._ What man dost thou dig it for? _First Clo._ For no man, sir. _Ham._ What woman then? _First Clo._ For none, neither. 125 _Ham._ Who is to be buried in 't? _First Clo._ One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she's dead.