_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, 45 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. 50 _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._ 55 [Sidenote: [SC. XVI.]] _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. 5 _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, 10 _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 15 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? 20 _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. 25 _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 30 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. 35