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._ Let me see. [_Takes the skull._] Alas, poor[2061]
Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of
most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a[2062] 175
thousand times; and now how abhorred in my imagination[2063][2064]
it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I[2064]
have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes
now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment,[2065]
that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one[2066] 180
now, to mock your own grinning? quite chop-fallen? Now[2067]
get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint[2068]
an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her[2069]
laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing.
_Hor._ What's that, my lord? 185
_Ham._ Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion[2070]
i' the earth?
_Hor._ E'en so.
_Ham._ And smelt so? pah! [_Puts down the skull._[2071]
_Hor._ E'en so, my lord. 190
_Ham._ To what base uses we may return, Horatio![2072]
Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander,
till he find it stopping a bung-hole?[2073]
_Hor._ 'Twere to consider too curiously, to consider so.
_Ham._ No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither[2074] 195
with modesty enough and likelihood to lead it: as thus:[2075]
Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth[2076]
into dust; the dust is earth; of earth we make loam;[2077]
and why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might[2078]
they not stop a beer-barrel? 200
Imperious Cæsar, dead and turn'd to clay,[2079]
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's flaw![2080]
But soft! but soft! aside: here comes the king. 205
_Enter_ Priests, _&c. in procession; the Corpse of Ophelia_, LAERTES
_and_ Mourners _following_; KING, QUEEN, _their trains, &c._[2081]
The queen, the courtiers: who is this they follow?[2082]
And with such maimed rites? This doth betoken[2083]
The corse they follow did with desperate hand
Fordo its own life: 'twas of some estate.[2084]
Couch we awhile, and mark. [_Retiring with Horatio._[2085] 210
_Laer._ What ceremony else?[2086]
_Ham._ That is Laertes, a very noble youth: mark.[2087]
_Laer._ What ceremony else?
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