THE TRAGEDY OF HAMLET, PRINCE OF DENMARK - 1600 WILLIAM SHAKESPEAR 1. Act V, Scene 1
◈ The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark (햄릿) ◈
1. Act V, Scene 1
0 Elsinore. A churchyard.
1 Enter two Clowns, [with spades and pickaxes].
2 First Clown.
3 Is she to be buried in Christian burial when she wilfully seeks her own salvation?
4 Second Clown.
5 I tell thee she is; therefore make her grave straight.
6 The crowner hath sate on her, and finds it Christian burial.
7 First Clown.
8 How can that be, unless she drown'd herself in her own
9 defence?
10 Second Clown.
11 Why, 'tis found so.
12 First Clown.
13 It must be se offendendo; it cannot be else. For here lies
14 the point: if I drown myself wittingly, it argues an act; and an
15 act hath three branches-it is to act, to do, and to perform;
16 argal, she drown'd herself wittingly.
17 Second Clown.
18 Nay, but hear you, Goodman Delver!
19 First Clown.
20 Give me leave. Here lies the water; good. Here stands the
21 man; good. If the man go to this water and drown himself, it is,
22 will he nill he, he goes- mark you that. But if the water come to
23 him and drown him, he drowns not himself. Argal, he that is not
24 guilty of his own death shortens not his own life.
25 Second Clown.
26 But is this law?
27 First Clown.
28 Ay, marry, is't- crowner's quest law.
29 Second Clown.
30 Will you ha' the truth an't? If this had not been a
31 gentlewoman, she should have been buried out o' Christian burial.
32 First Clown.
33 Why, there thou say'st! And the more pity that great folk
34 should have count'nance in this world to drown or hang themselves
35 more than their even-Christian. Come, my spade! There is no
36 ancient gentlemen but gard'ners, ditchers, and grave-makers. They
37 hold up Adam's profession.
38 Second Clown.
39 Was he a gentleman?
40 First Clown.
41 'A was the first that ever bore arms.
42 Second Clown.
43 Why, he had none.
44 First Clown.
45 What, art a heathen? How dost thou understand the Scripture?
46 The Scripture says Adam digg'd. Could he dig without arms? I'll
47 put another question to thee. If thou answerest me not to the
48 purpose, confess thyself-
49 Second Clown.
50 Go to!
51 First Clown.
52 What is he that builds stronger than either the mason, the
53 shipwright, or the carpenter?
54 Second Clown.
55 The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives a thousand
56 tenants.
57 First Clown.
58 I like thy wit well, in good faith. The gallows does well.
59 But how does it well? It does well to those that do ill. Now,
60 thou dost ill to say the gallows is built stronger than the
61 church. Argal, the gallows may do well to thee. To't again, come!
62 Second Clown.
63 Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipwright, or a
64 carpenter?
65 First Clown.
66 Ay, tell me that, and unyoke.
67 Second Clown.
68 Marry, now I can tell!
69 First Clown.
70 To't.
71 Second Clown.
72 Mass, I cannot tell.
73 Enter Hamlet and Horatio afar off.
74 First Clown.
75 Cudgel thy brains no more about it, for your dull ass will
76 not mend his pace with beating; and when you are ask'd this
77 question next, say 'a grave-maker.' The houses he makes lasts
78 till doomsday. Go, get thee to Yaughan; fetch me a stoup of
79 liquor.
80 [Exit Second Clown.]
81 [Clown digs and] sings.
82 First Clown.
83 In youth when I did love, did love,
84 Methought it was very sweet;
85 To contract- O- the time for- a- my behove,
86 O, methought there- a- was nothing- a- meet.
87 Hamlet.
88 Has this fellow no feeling of his business, that he sings at
89 grave-making?
90 Horatio.
91 Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness.
92 Hamlet.
93 'Tis e'en so. The hand of little employment hath the daintier
94 sense.
95 First Clown.
96 [sings]
97 But age with his stealing steps
98 Hath clawed me in his clutch,
99 And hath shipped me intil the land,
100 As if I had never been such.
101 [Throws up a skull.]
102 Hamlet.
103 That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once. How the
104 knave jowls it to the ground,as if 'twere Cain's jawbone, that
105 did the first murther! This might be the pate of a Politician,
106 which this ass now o'erreaches; one that would circumvent God,
107 might it not?
108 Horatio.
109 It might, my lord.
110 Hamlet.
111 Or of a courtier, which could say 'Good morrow, sweet lord!
112 How dost thou, good lord?' This might be my Lord Such-a-one, that
113 prais'd my Lord Such-a-one's horse when he meant to beg it- might
114 it not?
115 Horatio.
116 Ay, my lord.
117 Hamlet.
118 Why, e'en so! and now my Lady Worm's, chapless, and knock'd
119 about the mazzard with a sexton's spade. Here's fine revolution,
120 and we had the trick to see't. Did these bones cost no more the
121 breeding but to play at loggets with 'em? Mine ache to think
122 on't.
123 First Clown.
124 [Sings]
125 A pickaxe and a spade, a spade,
126 For and a shrouding sheet;
127 O, a Pit of clay for to be made
128 For such a guest is meet.
129 Throws up[another skull].
130 Hamlet.
131 There's another. Why may not that be the skull of a lawyer?
132 Where be his quiddits now, his quillets, his cases, his tenures,
133 and his tricks? Why does he suffer this rude knave now to knock
134 him about the sconce with a dirty shovel, and will not tell him
135 of his action of battery? Hum! This fellow might be in's time a
136 great buyer of land, with his statutes, his recognizances, his
137 fines, his double vouchers, his recoveries. Is this the fine of
138 his fines, and the recovery of his recoveries, to have his fine
139 pate full of fine dirt? Will his vouchers vouch him no more of
140 his purchases, and double ones too, than the length and breadth
141 of a pair of indentures? The very conveyances of his lands will
142 scarcely lie in this box; and must th' inheritor himself have no
143 more, ha?
144 Horatio.
145 Not a jot more, my lord.
146 Hamlet.
147 Is not parchment made of sheepskins?
148 Horatio.
149 Ay, my lord, And of calveskins too.
150 Hamlet.
151 They are sheep and calves which seek out assurance in that. I
152 will speak to this fellow. Whose grave's this, sirrah?
153 First Clown.
154 Mine, sir.
155 [Sings]O, a pit of clay for to be made
156 For such a guest is meet.
157 Hamlet.
158 I think it be thine indeed, for thou liest in't.
159 First Clown.
160 You lie out on't, sir, and therefore 'tis not yours.
161 For my part, I do not lie in't, yet it is mine.
162 Hamlet.
163 Thou dost lie in't, to be in't and say it is thine. 'Tis for
164 the dead, not for the quick; therefore thou liest.
165 First Clown.
166 'Tis a quick lie, sir; 'twill away again from me to you.
167 Hamlet.
168 What man dost thou dig it for?
169 First Clown.
170 For no man, sir.
171 Hamlet.
172 What woman then?
173 First Clown.
174 For none neither.
175 Hamlet.
176 Who is to be buried in't?
177 First Clown.
178 One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she's dead.
179 Hamlet.
180 How absolute the knave is! We must speak by the card, or
181 equivocation will undo us. By the Lord, Horatio, this three years
182 I have taken note of it, the age is grown so picked that the toe
183 of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier he galls
184 his kibe.- How long hast thou been a grave-maker?
185 First Clown.
186 Of all the days i' th' year, I came to't that day that our
187 last king Hamlet overcame Fortinbras.
188 Hamlet.
189 How long is that since?
190 First Clown.
191 Cannot you tell that? Every fool can tell that. It was the
192 very day that young Hamlet was born- he that is mad, and sent
193 into England.
194 Hamlet.
195 Ay, marry, why was be sent into England?
196 First Clown.
197 Why, because 'a was mad. 'A shall recover his wits there;
198 or, if 'a do not, 'tis no great matter there.
199 Hamlet.
200 Why?
201 First Clown.
202 'Twill not he seen in him there. There the men are as mad as
203 he.
204 Hamlet.
205 How came he mad?
206 First Clown.
207 Very strangely, they say.
208 Hamlet.
209 How strangely?
210 First Clown.
211 Faith, e'en with losing his wits.
212 Hamlet.
213 Upon what ground?
214 First Clown.
215 Why, here in Denmark. I have been sexton here, man and boy
216 thirty years.
217 Hamlet.
218 How long will a man lie i' th' earth ere he rot?
219 First Clown.
220 Faith, if 'a be not rotten before 'a die(as we have many
221 pocky corses now-a-days that will scarce hold the laying in, I
222 will last you some eight year or nine year. A tanner will last
223 you nine year.
224 Hamlet.
225 Why he more than another?
226 First Clown.
227 Why, sir, his hide is so tann'd with his trade that 'a will
228 keep out water a great while; and your water is a sore decayer of
229 your whoreson dead body. Here's a skull now. This skull hath lien
230 you i' th' earth three-and-twenty years.
231 Hamlet.
232 Whose was it?
233 First Clown.
234 A whoreson, mad fellow's it was. Whose do you think it was?
235 Hamlet.
236 Nay, I know not.
237 First Clown.
238 A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! 'A pour'd a flagon of
239 Rhenish on my head once. This same skull, sir, was Yorick's
240 skull, the King's jester.
241 Hamlet.
242 This?
243 First Clown.
244 E'en that.
245 Hamlet.
246 Let me see.[Takes the skull.]Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him,
247 Horatio. A fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He
248 hath borne me on his back a thousand times. And now how abhorred
249 in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those
250 lips that I have kiss'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes
251 now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment that
252 were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your
253 own grinning? Quite chap- fall'n? Now get you to my lady's
254 chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this
255 favour she must come. Make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio,
256 tell me one thing.
257 Horatio.
258 What's that, my lord?
259 Hamlet.
260 Dost thou think Alexander look'd o' this fashion i' th' earth?
261 Horatio.
262 E'en so.
263 Hamlet.
264 And smelt so? Pah!
265 [Puts down the skull.]
266 Horatio.
267 E'en so, my lord.
268 Hamlet.
269 To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Why may not
270 imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander till he find it
271 stopping a bunghole?
272 Horatio.
273 'Twere to consider too curiously, to consider so.
274 Hamlet.
275 No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither with modesty
276 enough, and likelihood to lead it; as thus: Alexander died,
277 Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth into dust; the dust is
278 earth; of earth we make loam; and why of that loam(whereto he
279 was converted)might they not stop a beer barrel?
280 Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay,
281 Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.
282 O, that that earth which kept the world in awe
283 Should patch a wall t' expel the winter's flaw!
284 But soft! but soft! aside! Here comes the King-
285 Enter[priests with]a coffin[in funeral procession], King,
286 [Queen, Laertes, with Lords attendant.]
287 The Queen, the courtiers. Who is this they follow?
288 And with such maimed rites? This doth betoken
289 The corse they follow did with desp'rate hand
290 Fordo it own life. 'Twas of some estate.
291 Couch we awhile, and mark.
292 [Retires with Horatio.]
293 Laertes.
294 What ceremony else?
295 Hamlet.
296 That is Laertes,
297 A very noble youth. Mark.
298 Laertes.
299 What ceremony else?
300 Priest.
301 Her obsequies have been as far enlarg'd
302 As we have warranty. Her death was doubtful;
303 And, but that great command o'ersways the order,
304 She should in ground unsanctified have lodg'd
305 Till the last trumpet. For charitable prayers,
306 Shards, flints, and pebbles should be thrown on her.
307 Yet here she is allow'd her virgin rites,
308 Her maiden strewments, and the bringing home
309 Of bell and burial.
310 Laertes.
311 Must there no more be done?
312 Priest.
313 No more be done.
314 We should profane the service of the dead
315 To sing a requiem and such rest to her
316 As to peace-parted souls.
317 Laertes.
318 Lay her i' th' earth;
319 And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
320 May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest,
321 A minist'ring angel shall my sister be
322 When thou liest howling.
323 Hamlet.
324 What, the fair Ophelia?
325 Gertrude.
326 Sweets to the sweet! Farewell.
327 [Scatters flowers.]
328 I hop'd thou shouldst have been my Hamlet's wife;
329 I thought thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid,
330 And not have strew'd thy grave.
331 Laertes.
332 O, treble woe
333 Fall ten times treble on that cursed head
334 Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense
335 Depriv'd thee of! Hold off the earth awhile,
336 Till I have caught her once more in mine arms.
337 [Leaps in the grave.]
338 Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead
339 Till of this flat a mountain you have made
340 T' o'ertop old Pelion or the skyish head
341 Of blue Olympus.
342 Hamlet.
343 [comes forward]What is he whose grief
344 Bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow
345 Conjures the wand'ring stars, and makes them stand
346 Like wonder-wounded hearers? This is I,
347 Hamlet the Dane.[Leaps in after Laertes.]
348 Laertes.
349 The devil take thy soul!
350 [Grapples with him.]
351 Hamlet.
352 Thou pray'st not well.
353 I prithee take thy fingers from my throat;
354 For, though I am not splenitive and rash,
355 Yet have I in me something dangerous,
356 Which let thy wisdom fear. Hold off thy hand!
357 Claudius.
358 Pluck them asunder.
359 Gertrude.
360 Hamlet, Hamlet!
361 All.
362 Gentlemen!
363 Horatio.
364 Good my lord, be quiet.
365 [The Attendants part them, and they come out of the grave.]
366 Hamlet.
367 Why, I will fight with him upon this theme
368 Until my eyelids will no longer wag.
369 Gertrude.
370 O my son, what theme?
371 Hamlet.
372 I lov'd Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers
373 Could not(with all their quantity of love)
374 Make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her?
375 Claudius.
376 O, he is mad, Laertes.
377 Gertrude.
378 For love of God, forbear him!
379 Hamlet.
380 'Swounds, show me what thou't do.
381 Woo't weep? woo't fight? woo't fast? woo't tear thyself?
382 Woo't drink up esill? eat a crocodile?
383 I'll do't. Dost thou come here to whine?
384 To outface me with leaping in her grave?
385 Be buried quick with her, and so will I.
386 And if thou prate of mountains, let them throw
387 Millions of acres on us, till our ground,
388 Singeing his pate against the burning zone,
389 Make Ossa like a wart! Nay, an thou'lt mouth,
390 I'll rant as well as thou.
391 Gertrude.
392 This is mere madness;
393 And thus a while the fit will work on him.
394 Anon, as patient as the female dove
395 When that her golden couplets are disclos'd,
396 His silence will sit drooping.
397 Hamlet.
398 Hear you, sir!
399 What is the reason that you use me thus?
400 I lov'd you ever. But it is no matter.
401 Let Hercules himself do what he may,
402 The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.
403 Exit.
404 Claudius.
405 I pray thee, good Horatio, wait upon him.
406 [Exit Horatio.]
407 [To Laertes]Strengthen your patience in our last night's speech.
408 We'll put the matter to the present push.-
409 Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son.-
410 This grave shall have a living monument.
411 An hour of quiet shortly shall we see;
412 Till then in patience our proceeding be.
413 Exeunt.
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