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1 Clo. Of all the days i'the year, I came to't that day that our last king Hamlet overcame Fortinbras.
Ham. How long's that since ?
1 Clo. Cannot you tell that? every fool can tell that : It was that very day that young Hamlet was born : 5 he that is mad, and sent into England.
Ham. Ay, marry, why was he sent into England ?
1 Clo. Why, because he was mad : he shall recover his wits there; or, if he do not, 'tis no great matter there.
1 Clo. 'Twill not be seen in him there ; there the men are as mad as he.
Ham. How came he mad ?
1 Clo. Why, here in Denmark; I have been sexton here, man, and boy, thirty years.
Ham. How long will a man lie i'the earth ere he rot?
1 Clo. 'Faith, if he be not rotten before he die, (as we have many pocky corses now-a-days, that will scarce hold the laying in,) he will last you some eight year, or nine year ; a tanner will last you nine year.
Ham. Why he more than another?
1 Clo. Why, sir, his hide is so tanned with his trade, that he will keep out water a great while ; and your water is a sore decayer of your whoreson dead body Here's a scull now hath lain you i'the earth three-andtwenty years.
Ham. Whose was it?
1 Clo. A whoreson mad fellow's it was; Whose do you think it was ?
Ham. Nay, I know not.
1 Clo. A pestilence on him for a mad rogue ! he poured a fagon of Rhenish on my head once. This same scull, sir, was Yorick's scull, the king's jester. Ham. This ?
[Takes the scull. 1 Clo. E'eo that.
Ham. Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how
 By this scene it appears that Hamlet was then thirty years old, and knew Yorick well, who had been dead twenty two years. And yet in the beginning of the play he is spoken of as a very young man, one that designed to go back to school, i. e. the University of Wittenberg. The Poet in the fifth act forgot what he wrote in the first. BLACKSTONE.
abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed 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 chap-fallen ? now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that.Priythee, Horatio, tell me one thing.
Hor. What's that, my lord ?
Ham Dost thou think, Alexander looked o'this fashion i'the earth?
Hor. E'en so.
Ham. To what base uses we may return, Horatio ! Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander, till he find it stopping a bung-hole ?
Hor. 'Twere to consider too curiously, to consider so.
Ham. No, 'faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it : As thus ; 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 Cæsar, dead, and turn'd to clay,
Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw !
ERTES and Mourners following ; King, Queen, their Trains,
The corse, they follow, did with desperate hand
Laer. What ceremony else ?
Ham. That is Laertes,
Laer. What ceremony else:
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As we have warranty : Her death was doubtful;
Laer. Must there no more be done ?
1 Priest. No more be done !
Laer, Lay her i'the earth ;-
Ham. What, the fair Ophelia !
Laer. O, treble woe
(Leaps into the grave.
Ham. [Advancing.) What is he, whose grief Bears such an emphasis ? whose phrase of sorrow Conjures the wand'ring stars, and makes them stand
 Broken pots, or tiles, called pot-sherds, tile-sherds. So, io Job ii. &.
And he took him a potsherd (i. e. a piece of a broken pot) to scrape himself withal.” RITSON.
 I have been informed by an anonymous correspondent, that crants is the German word for garlands, and I suppose it was retained by us from the Saxons. To carry garlands before the bier of a maiden, and to hang them over her grave, is still the practice in rural parishes. JOHNSON.
 Burial, here signifies interinent in consecrated ground. WARB.
[X] A requiem is a mass performed in Popish churches for the rest of the soul of a person deceased. STEEVENS.
Like wonder-wounded hearers ? this is I,
(Leaps into the grave. Laer. The devil take thy soul ! [Grappling wiih him.
Ham. Thou pray'st not well.
King. Pluck them asunder.
[The Attendants part them, and they come
out of the grave. Ham. Why, I will fight with him upon this theme, Until my eyelids will no longer wag.
Queen. O my son ! what theme?
Ham. I lov'd Ophelia ; forty thousand brothers
King. O, he is mad, Laertes.
Queen. This is mere madness :
Ham. Hear you, sir ;
 Weisel is a considerable river which falls into the Baltic ocean.
STEEVENS,  The young nestlings of the pigeon, when first disclosed, are callow, only covered with a yellow down : and for that reason stand in need of be. ing cherished by the warmth of the hen, to protect them from the chillness of the ambient air, for a considerable time after they are hatched. HEATH.
What is the reason that you use me thus !
[Exit Hor. Strengthen your patience in our last night's speech ;
[TO LAERTES, 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.
SCENE II. A Hall in the Castle. Enter HAMLET and HORATIO. Ham. So much for this, sir : now shall you see the
other ;You do remember all the circumstance ?
Hor. Remember it, my lord !
Ham. Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting; That would not let me sleep : methought, I lay Worse than the mutines in the bilboes. 4 Rasbly, And prais'd be rashness for it, -Let us know, Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well, When our deep plots do pall : and that should teach dem There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.5
Hor. That is most certain.
Ham. Up from my cabin,
 Mutines-the French word for seditious or disobedient fellows in the army or feet. Bilboes--the ship's prison. JOHNSON. See Illustrations.
(5) Hamlet, delivering an account of his escape, begins with saying, That he rashly-and then is carried into a reflection upon the weakness of hu. man wisdom. I rashly praised be rashness for it-Let us not think these events casual, but let us know, take notice and remeinber, that we some. times succeed by indiscretion, when we fail by deep plots, and infer the perpetual superintendance and agency of the Divinity. The observation is jusi, and will be allowed by every human being, who sball reflect on the course of his own life. JOHNSON