The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 8 of 9]Shakespeare, William
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The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 8 of 9]
Shakespeare, William
English drama
_Ham._ How absolute the knave is! we must speak by
the card, or equivocation will undo us. By the Lord,[2035] 130
Horatio, this three years I have taken note of it; the age[2036]
is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant comes so[2037]
near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kibe. How long[2038]
hast thou been a grave-maker?[2039]
_First Clo._ Of all the days i' the year, I came to't that[2040] 135
day that our last king Hamlet o'ercame Fortinbras.[2041]
_Ham._ How long is that since?
_First Clo._ Cannot you tell that? every fool can tell
that: it was that very day that young Hamlet was born;[2042]
he that is mad, and sent into England.[2043] 140
_Ham._ Ay, marry, why was he sent into England?
_First Clo._ Why, because a' was mad: a' shall recover[2044]
his wits there; or, if a' do not, 'tis no great matter there.[2044][2045]
_Ham._ Why?
_First Clo._ 'Twill not be seen in him there; there the[2046] 145
men are as mad as he.[2046]
_Ham._ How came he mad?
_First Clo._ Very strangely, they say.
_Ham._ How 'strangely'?
_First Clo._ Faith, e'en with losing his wits. 150
_Ham._ Upon what ground?
_First Clo._ Why, here in Denmark: I have been sexton[2047]
here, man and boy, thirty years.[2048]
_Ham._ How long will a man lie i' the earth ere he rot?
_First Clo._ I'faith, if a' be not rotten before a' die--as[2049][2050] 155
we have many pocky corses now-a-days, that will scarce[2051]
hold the laying in--a' will last you some eight year or nine[2051]
year: a tanner will last you nine year.[2052]
_Ham._ Why he more than another?
_First Clo._ Why, sir, his hide is so tanned with his trade[2053] 160
that a' will keep out water a great while; and your water is[2054]
a sore decayer of your whoreson dead body. Here's a skull[2055]
now: this skull has lain in the earth three and twenty years.[2055][2056]
_Ham._ Whose was it?
_First Clo._ A whoreson mad fellow's it was: whose do[2057] 165
you think it was?[2057]
_Ham._ Nay, I know not.
_First Clo._ A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! a'[2058]
poured a flagon of Rhenish on my head once. This same[2059]
skull, sir, was Yorick's skull, the king's jester.[2059][2060] 170
_Ham._ This?
_First Clo._ E'en that.
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