Hamlet
Act V, Scene 1
Elsinore. A churchyard.
- Enter two Clowns with spades and mattocks.
First Clown (Gravedigger)
1 - 2- Is she to be buried in Christian burial when she willfully
- seeks her own salvation?
Second Clown (Gravedigger)
3 - 4- I tell thee she is, therefore make her grave straight. The
- crowner hath sate on her, and finds it Christian burial.
First Clown (Gravedigger)
5 - 6- How can that be, unless she drown’d herself in her own
- defense?
Second Clown (Gravedigger)
7- Why, ’tis found so.
First Clown (Gravedigger)
8 - 11- It must be se offendendo, it cannot be else. For here lies
- the point: if I drown myself wittingly, it argues an act,
- and an act hath three branches—it is to act, to do, to
- perform; argal, she drown’d herself wittingly.
Second Clown (Gravedigger)
12- Nay, but hear you, goodman delver—
First Clown (Gravedigger)
13 - 18- Give me leave. Here lies the water; good. Here stands the
- man; good. If the man go to this water and drown himself, it
- is, will he, nill he, he goes, mark you that. But if the
- water come to him and drown him, he drowns not himself;
- argal, he that is not guilty of his own death shortens not
- his own life.
Second Clown (Gravedigger)
19- But is this law?
First Clown (Gravedigger)
20- Ay, marry, is’t—crowner’s quest law.
Second Clown (Gravedigger)
21 - 23- Will you ha’ the truth an’t? If this had not been a
- gentlewoman, she should have been buried out a’ Christian
- burial.
First Clown (Gravedigger)
24 - 28- Why, there thou say’st, and the more pity that great folk
- should have count’nance in this world to drown or hang
- themselves, more than their even-Christen. Come, my spade.
- There is no ancient gentlemen but gard’ners, ditchers, and
- grave-makers; they hold up Adam’s profession.
Second Clown (Gravedigger)
29- Was he a gentleman?
First Clown (Gravedigger)
30- ’A was the first that ever bore arms.
Second Clown (Gravedigger)
31- Why, he had none.
First Clown (Gravedigger)
32 - 35- What, art a heathen? How dost thou understand the Scripture?
- The Scripture says Adam digg’d; could he dig without arms?
- I’ll put another question to thee. If thou answerest me not
- to the purpose, confess thyself—
Second Clown (Gravedigger)
36- Go to.
First Clown (Gravedigger)
37 - 38- What is he that builds stronger than either the mason, the
- shipwright, or the carpenter?
Second Clown (Gravedigger)
39 - 40- The gallows-maker, for that frame outlives a thousand
- tenants.
First Clown (Gravedigger)
41 - 45- I like thy wit well, in good faith. The gallows does well;
- but how does it well? It does well to those that do ill. Now
- thou dost ill to say the gallows is built stronger than the
- church; argal, the gallows may do well to thee. To’t again,
- come.
Second Clown (Gravedigger)
46 - 47- Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipwright, or a
- carpenter?
First Clown (Gravedigger)
48- Ay, tell me that, and unyoke.
Second Clown (Gravedigger)
49- Marry, now I can tell.
First Clown (Gravedigger)
50- To’t.
Second Clown (Gravedigger)
51- Mass, I cannot tell.
- Enter Hamlet and Horatio afar off.
First Clown (Gravedigger)
52 - 60- Cudgel thy brains no more about it, for your dull ass will
- not mend his pace with beating, and when you are ask’d this
- question next, say “a grave-maker“: the houses he makes
- lasts till doomsday. Go get thee in, and fetch me a sup of
- liquor.
- Exit Second Clown.
- First Clown digs.
- Song.
- “In youth when I did love, did love,
- Methought it was very sweet,
- To contract—O—the time for-a-my behove,
- O, methought there-a-was nothing-a-meet.”
Hamlet
61 - 62- Has this fellow no feeling of his business? ’A sings in
- grave-making.
Horatio
63- Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness.
Hamlet
64 - 65- ’Tis e’en so, the hand of little employment hath the
- daintier sense.
First Clown (Gravedigger)
66 - 69- Song.
- “But age with his stealing steps
- Hath clawed me in his clutch,
- And hath shipped me into the land,
- As if I had never been such.”
- Throws up a shovelful of earth with a skull in it.
Hamlet
70 - 74- That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once. How the
- knave jowls it to the ground, as if ’twere Cain’s jaw-bone,
- that did the first murder! This might be the pate of a
- politician, which this ass now o’erreaches, one that would
- circumvent God, might it not?
Horatio
75- It might, my lord.
Hamlet
76 - 79- Or of a courtier, which could say, “Good morrow, sweet lord!
- How dost thou, sweet lord?” This might be my Lord
- Such-a-one, that prais’d my Lord Such-a-one’s horse when ’a
- meant to beg it, might it not?
Horatio
80- Ay, my lord.
Hamlet
81 - 85- Why, e’en so, and now my Lady Worm’s, chopless, and knock’d
- about the mazzard with a sexton’s spade. Here’s fine
- revolution, and we had the trick to see’t. Did these bones
- cost no more the breeding, but to play at loggats with them?
- Mine ache to think on’t.
First Clown (Gravedigger)
86 - 89- Song.
- “A pickaxe and a spade, a spade,
- For and a shrouding sheet:
- O, a pit of clay for to be made
- For such a guest is meet.”
- Throws up another skull.
Hamlet
90 - 103- There’s another. Why may not that be the skull of a lawyer?
- Where be his quiddities now, his quillities, his cases, his
- tenures, and his tricks? Why does he suffer this mad knave
- now to knock him about the sconce with a dirty shovel, and
- will not tell him of his action of battery? Hum! 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 of his recoveries, to have his fine pate full of
- fine dirt? Will his vouchers vouch him no more of his
- purchases, and double ones too, than the length and breadth
- of a pair of indentures? The very conveyances of his lands
- will scarcely lie in this box, and must th’ inheritor
- himself have no more, ha?
Horatio
104- Not a jot more, my lord.
Hamlet
105- Is not parchment made of sheep-skins?
Horatio
106- Ay, my lord, and of calves’-skins too.
Hamlet
107 - 108- They are sheep and calves which seek out assurance in that.
- I will speak to this fellow. Whose grave’s this, sirrah?
First Clown (Gravedigger)
109 - 111- Mine, sir.
- Sings.
- “O, a pit of clay for to be made
- For such a guest is meet.”
Hamlet
112- I think it be thine indeed, for thou liest in’t.
First Clown (Gravedigger)
113 - 114- You lie out on’t, sir, and therefore ’tis not yours; for my
- part, I do not lie in’t, yet it is mine.
Hamlet
115 - 116- 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 Clown (Gravedigger)
117- ’Tis a quick lie, sir, ’twill away again from me to you.
Hamlet
118- What man dost thou dig it for?
First Clown (Gravedigger)
119- For no man, sir.
Hamlet
120- What woman then?
First Clown (Gravedigger)
121- For none neither.
Hamlet
122- Who is to be buried in’t?
First Clown (Gravedigger)
123- One that was a woman, sir, but, rest her soul, she’s dead.
Hamlet
124 - 129- How absolute the knave is! We must speak by the card, or
- equivocation will undo us. By the Lord, Horatio, this three
- years I have took note of it: the age is grown so pick’d
- that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the
- courtier, he galls his kibe. How long hast thou been
- grave-maker?
First Clown (Gravedigger)
130 - 131- Of all the days i’ th’ year, I came to’t that day that our
- last king Hamlet overcame Fortinbras.
Hamlet
132- How long is that since?
First Clown (Gravedigger)
133 - 135- Cannot you tell that? Every fool can tell that. It was that
- very day that young Hamlet was born— he that is mad, and
- sent into England.
Hamlet
136- Ay, marry, why was he sent into England?
First Clown (Gravedigger)
137 - 138- Why, because ’a was mad. ’A shall recover his wits there, or
- if ’a do not, ’tis no great matter there.
Hamlet
139- Why?
First Clown (Gravedigger)
140 - 141- ’Twill not be seen in him there, there the men are as mad as
- he.
Hamlet
142- How came he mad?
First Clown (Gravedigger)
143- Very strangely, they say.
Hamlet
144- How strangely?
First Clown (Gravedigger)
145- Faith, e’en with losing his wits.
Hamlet
146- Upon what ground?
First Clown (Gravedigger)
147 - 148- Why, here in Denmark. I have been sexton here, man and boy,
- thirty years.
Hamlet
149- How long will a man lie i’ th’ earth ere he rot?
First Clown (Gravedigger)
150 - 153- Faith, if ’a be not rotten before ’a die—as we have many
- pocky corses, that will scarce hold the laying in—’a will
- last you some eight year or nine year. A tanner will last
- you nine year.
Hamlet
154- Why he more than another?
First Clown (Gravedigger)
155 - 158- Why, sir, his hide is so tann’d with his trade that ’a will
- keep out water a great while, and your water is a sore
- decayer of your whoreson dead body. Here’s a skull now hath
- lien you i’ th’ earth three and twenty years.
Hamlet
159- Whose was it?
First Clown (Gravedigger)
160- A whoreson mad fellow’s it was. Whose do you think it was?
Hamlet
161- Nay, I know not.
First Clown (Gravedigger)
162 - 164- A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! ’A pour’d a flagon of
- Rhenish on my head once. This same skull, sir, was, sir,
- Yorick’s skull, the King’s jester.
Hamlet
165- This?
- Takes the skull.
First Clown (Gravedigger)
166- E’en that.
Hamlet
167 - 177- Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite
- jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath bore me on his back a
- thousand times, and now how abhorr’d in my imagination it
- is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have
- kiss’d 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-fall’n. Now get you to my lady’s
- chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this
- favor she must come; make her laugh at that. Prithee,
- Horatio, tell me one thing.
Horatio
178- What’s that, my lord?
Hamlet
179 - 180- Dost thou think Alexander look’d a’ this fashion i’ th’
- earth?
Horatio
181- E’en so.
Hamlet
182- And smelt so? Pah!
- Puts down the skull.
Horatio
183- E’en so, my lord.
Hamlet
184 - 186- To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Why may not
- imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander, till ’a find
- it stopping a bunghole?
Horatio
187- ’Twere to consider too curiously, to consider so.
Hamlet
188 - 202- No, faith, not a jot, but to follow him thither with modesty
- enough and likelihood to lead it: Alexander died, Alexander
- was buried, Alexander returneth to dust, the dust is earth,
- of earth we make loam, and why of that loam whereto he was
- converted might they not stop a beer-barrel?
- Imperious Caesar, dead and turn’d to clay,
- Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.
- O that that earth which kept the world in awe
- Should patch a wall t’ expel the winter’s flaw!
- But soft, but soft awhile, here comes the king.
- Enter King, Queen, Laertes, and a Doctor of Divinity,
- following the corpse, with Lords attendant.
- The Queen, the courtiers. Who is this they follow?
- And with such maimed rites? This doth betoken
- The corse they follow did with desp’rate hand
- Foredo it own life. ’Twas of some estate.
- Couch we a while and mark.
- Retiring with Horatio.
Laertes
203- What ceremony else?
Hamlet
204- That is Laertes, a very noble youth. Mark.
Laertes
205- What ceremony else?
Doctor
206 - 214- Her obsequies have been as far enlarg’d
- As we have warranty. Her death was doubtful,
- And but that great command o’ersways the order,
- She should in ground unsanctified been lodg’d
- Till the last trumpet; for charitable prayers,
- Shards, flints, and pebbles should be thrown on her.
- Yet here she is allow’d her virgin crants,
- Her maiden strewments, and the bringing home
- Of bell and burial.
Laertes
215- Must there no more be done?
Doctor
216 - 219- No more be done:
- We should profane the service of the dead
- To sing a requiem and such rest to her
- As to peace-parted souls.
Laertes
220 - 224- Lay her i’ th’ earth,
- And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
- May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest,
- A minist’ring angel shall my sister be
- When thou liest howling.
Hamlet
225- What, the fair Ophelia!
Gertrude
226 - 229- Scattering flowers.
- Sweets to the sweet, farewell!
- I hop’d thou shouldst have been my Hamlet’s wife.
- I thought thy bride-bed to have deck’d, sweet maid,
- And not have strew’d thy grave.
Laertes
230 - 238- O, treble woe
- Fall ten times treble on that cursed head
- Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense
- Depriv’d thee of! Hold off the earth a while,
- Till I have caught her once more in mine arms.
- Leaps in the grave.
- Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead,
- Till of this flat a mountain you have made
- T’ o’ertop old Pelion, or the skyish head
- Of blue Olympus.
Hamlet
239 - 243- Coming forward.
- What is he whose grief
- Bears such an emphasis, whose phrase of sorrow
- Conjures the wand’ring stars and makes them stand
- Like wonder-wounded hearers? This is I,
-
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- Hamlet leaps in after Laertes.
Laertes
244- The devil take thy soul!
- Grappling with him.
Hamlet
245 - 249- Thou pray’st not well.
- I prithee take thy fingers from my throat.
- For though I am not splenitive and rash,
- Yet have I in me something dangerous,
- Which let thy wisdom fear. Hold off thy hand!
Claudius
250- Pluck them asunder.
Gertrude
251- Hamlet, Hamlet!
Ophelia’s Pallbearers
252- Gentlemen!
Horatio
253- Good my lord, be quiet.
- The Attendants part them, and they come out of the grave.
Hamlet
254 - 255- Why, I will fight with him upon this theme
- Until my eyelids will no longer wag.
Gertrude
256- O my son, what theme?
Hamlet
257 - 259- I lov’d Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers
- Could not with all their quantity of love
- Make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her?
Claudius
260- O, he is mad, Laertes.
Gertrude
261- For love of God, forbear him.
Hamlet
262 - 272- ’Swounds, show me what thou’t do.
- Woo’t weep, woo’t fight, woo’t fast, woo’t tear thyself?
- Woo’t drink up eisel, eat a crocodile?
- I’ll do’t. Dost thou come here to whine?
- To outface me with leaping in her grave?
- Be buried quick with her, and so will I.
- And if thou prate of mountains, let them throw
- Millions of acres on us, till our ground,
- Singeing his pate against the burning zone,
- Make Ossa like a wart! Nay, and thou’lt mouth,
- I’ll rant as well as thou.
Gertrude
273 - 277- This is mere madness,
- And thus a while the fit will work on him;
- Anon, as patient as the female dove,
- When that her golden couplets are disclosed,
- His silence will sit drooping.
Hamlet
278 - 282- Hear you, sir,
- What is the reason that you use me thus?
- I lov’d you ever. But it is no matter.
- Let Hercules himself do what he may,
- The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.
- Exit Hamlet.
Claudius
283 - 289- I pray thee, good Horatio, wait upon him.
- Exit Horatio.
- To Laertes.
- Strengthen your patience in our last night’s speech,
- We’ll put the matter to the present push.—
- Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son.
- This grave shall have a living monument.
- An hour of quiet shortly shall we see,
- Till then in patience our proceeding be.
- Exeunt.