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Weigh, what convenience, both of time and means,
May fit us to our shape: if this should fail,
And that our drift look through our bad performance,
'Twere better not assay'd; therefore, this project
Should have a back, or second, that might hold,
If this should blast in proof. Soft;-let me see:-
We'll make a solemn wager on your cunnings,
I ha't:
When in your motion you are hot and dry,
(As make your bouts more violent to that end,)
And that he calls for drink, I'll have preferr'd him
A chalice for the nonce; whereon but sipping,
If he by chance escape your venom'd stuck,
Our purpose may hold there. But stay, what noise?

Enter Queen.
How now, sweet queen?

Queen. One woe doth tread upon another's heel, So fast they follow:-Your sister's drown'd, Laertes.'

Laer. Drown'd! 0, where?

Queen. There is a willow grows ascaunt the brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; Therewith fantastick garlands did she make Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples'', That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them : There on the pendant boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang, an enyious sliver broke; When down her weedy trophies, and herself, Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide;

And, mermaid-like, a while they bore her up:
Which time, she chanted snatches of old tunes ;
As one incapable of her own distress,
Or like a creature native and indu'd
Unto that element: but long it could not be,
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death.

Alas then, she is drown'd?
Queen. Drown'd, drown'd.

Laer. Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears: But yet It is our trick; nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will : when these are gone, The woman will be out.-Adieu, my lord! I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze, But that this folly drowns it.

[Erit. King.

Let's follow, Gertrude: How much I had to do to calm his rage ! Now fear I, this will give it start again; Therefore, let's follow.


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i Clo. Is she to be bury'd in christian burial, that wilfully seeks her own salvation ?

2 Clo. I tell thee, she is; therefore, make her grave straight: the crowner hath set on her, and finds it christian burial.

i Clo. How can that be, unless she drown'd herself in her own defence ?

2 Clo. Why, 'tis found so.

i Clo. 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 113 ; it is, to act, to do, and to perform: Argal, she drown'd herself wittingly.

2 Clo. Nay, but hear you, goodman delver.

i Clo. 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

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.

2 Clo. But is this law? i Clo. Ay, marry is't; crowner's-quest law 114. 2 Clo. Will you ha' the truth on't? If this had not


been a gentlewoman, she should have been bury'd out of christian burial.

1 Clo. Why, there thou say'st: And the more pity; that great folks should have countenance in this world to drown or hang themselves, more than their even christian. Come; my spade. There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers; they hold up Adam's profession.

2 Clo. Was he a gentleman?
i Clo. He was the first that ever bore arms.
2 Clo. Why, he had none.

i Clo. 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 answer'st me not to the purpose, confess thyself

2 Clo. Go to.

į Clo. What is lie, that builds stronger than either the mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter?

2 Clo. The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives a thousand tenants.

i Clo. 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.

2 Clo. Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipwright, or a carpenter?

1 Clo. Ay, tell me that, and unyoke.
2 Clo. Marry, now I can tell.

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