No Fear Shakespeare: Hamlet: Act 5 Scene 1

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Enter a GRAVEDIGGER and the OTHER gravedigger	A RGIAVGEDERG nda hte THERO eagigrvegdr eretn.
GRAVEDIGGER Is she to be buried in Christian burial when she willfully seeks her own salvation?	VARRIGEDGEG reA ethy lreayl gingo to gvei ehr a thrsiCain ailbur treaf esh kieldl efrhsel? In rskeeesSaahp teim, ploeep who mtidetcmo cedusii rwee otn vinge a inathrCsi burial. after esh ikedll rselhef?
OTHER I tell thee she is. Therefore make her grave straight. The crowner hath sat on her and finds it Christian burial.	REOHT Im litnleg ouy, yse. So fhniis htta egavr thrgi wyaa. The ocnorer mxdieane ehr seca dna says it duohls be a asniithCr enralfu.
GRAVEDIGGER How can that be, unless she drowned herself in her own defense?	AGIDGEGRVER tuB woh, sslnue she ewdndor in fsle-eesfedn?
OTHER Why, tis found so.	ROEHT htsTa twah tyeher ansgiy she idd.
GRAVEDIGGER 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 branchesit is to act, to do, to perform. Argal, she drowned herself wittingly.	DARIEEVGRGG dsunoS ermo eikl sfel-efsonef, if yuo aks me. tWah Im gaysin is, if esh eknw esh wsa nroigdnw hselrfe, neth hstta an tac. An act ash rhete essdi to it: to do, to act, dna to mprerfo. hrerefeTo hse msut heav oknnw hse asw ownnridg seflerh.
OTHER Nay, but hear you, Goodman Delver	RTOEH No, lenits heer, igverdgagre sir
GRAVEDIGGER 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.	DREVAEGIRGG eLt me insfih. Herse eth tware, rgith? dnA sereh a nam, kyoa? If teh mna osge onti het ratew dan nwrosd iemlfhs, hse eth noe nogdi it, lkie it or ont. But if het retaw ecsmo to imh adn osrwnd mhi, ethn he tesnod rdonw eimfslh. erefTohre, he woh is eonnncit of ihs own hdeta eosd not heostrn shi own ielf.
OTHER But is this law?	HEOTR Is ahtt woh het wla sese it?
GRAVEDIGGER Ay, marry, is t. Crowners quest law.	EGRVIGEADGR It sreu is. hTe ersornco sitnque lwa.
OTHER Will you ha the truth on t? If this had not been a gentlewoman, she should have been buried out o Christian burial.	HETOR Do uoy tawn to kown teh urtht? If isth aomnw ntdah bene rhci, she nwdtulo ehav eebn vieng a rathnCiis ilbrua.
GRAVEDIGGER Why, there thou sayst. And the more pity that great folk should have countenance in this world to drown or hang themselves more than their even Christian. Come, my spade. There is no ancient gentleman but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers. They hold up Adams profession.	RGAGGEVDIER Wlel ehetr, wno ouvye isad it. stI a tpyi atth teh ichr ehav erom orfmdee to ahng or drnwo lsvhesetme ahtn hte sert of us sitrsCnhai. Coem on, lsoveh. The stmo ecntnai osatsrirtca in the odwlr aer rgenaders, cithd-iresgdg, dna rigsdgegreav. eThy peke up admAs isernsfopo.
OTHER 30 Was he a gentleman?	TOEHR asW he an rctitroasa? Wthi a ctoa of mrsa?
GRAVEDIGGER He was the first that ever bore arms.	ERGRDAVGIGE He asw het tsfir osrnep who eerv had rmsa.
OTHER Why, he had none.	TEOHR He dtdni aveh any.
GRAVEDIGGER What, art a heathen? How dost thou understand the Scripture? The Scripture says Adam digged. Could he dig without arms? Ill put another question to thee. If thou answerest me not to the purpose, confess thyself	ADVEGEIRGGR tWha, eatnr oyu a iChtiarns? Teh Bbiel ssya dAam gud in the dnrogu. Hwo dluoc he dig hituotw msra? llI kas uoy eohnatr souqneti. If uyo tnca swaren it
OTHER Go to.	ETROH Go aedha!
GRAVEDIGGER What is he that builds stronger than either the mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter?	GRDARVGGEEI hWta do yuo llac a rsnpeo hwo duslib ngrsetor ignhts tanh a nooatmnsse, a sdliuribpeh, or a erantrecp dose?
OTHER The gallows-maker, for that frame outlives a thousand tenants.	HETRO eTh one who dsuilb eth slwlgoa to hgan epopel on, enics ish rtrtuuces isovutle a dnhuaots iasthaitnnb.
GRAVEDIGGER 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.	DEVGRGRIGEA Yrueo ynnuf, dan I like taht. hTe lwlsgao do a odog ojb. Btu owh? It edos a good jbo rfo ethso owh do bad.
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.	Now, ist onrgw to yas that hte olswlga rae orrtgnes hatn a ucchhr. eeorheTrf, eht wosalgl yma do uoy smoe ogod. meCo on, oruy rnut.
OTHER Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipwright, or a carpenter?	TOEHR sLte ese, ohW dibslu rserngto tnsghi athn a nosamteosn, a puldehrsbii, or a tcpnreear?
GRAVEDIGGER Ay, tell me that, and unyoke.	DGVGREAERGI sathT het equosnti, so esawrn it.
OTHER Marry, now I can tell.	THREO Ah, veI tog it!
GRAVEDIGGER 50 To t.	ERVIGGRGEAD Go aehad.
OTHER Mass, I cannot tell.	ETHRO nDma, I tofogr.
Enter HAMLET and HORATIO afar off	HTMALE adn HIOTAOR rtene in eht cesaidnt.
GRAVEDIGGER Cudgel thy brains no more about it, for your dull ass will not mend his pace with beating. And when you are asked this question next, say A grave-maker. The houses that he makes last till doomsday. Go, get thee in. Fetch me a stoup of liquor.	AGVDEGIERRG Dont abet yuor nbsira uto vroe it. uYo tcna aekm a lsow nkedoy nru by enbtiga it. eTh nxet eimt emoeosn kssa yuo tihs eldrid, ysa a eggadvrgrie. hTe ussohe he maeks tasl iltl eJntumgd yaD. wNo go dna teg me emso zoboe.
Exit OTHER	Teh TEROH RAVDGEIGRGE xties.
(digs and sings) In youth when I did love, did love, Methought it was very sweet To contractothe time, foramy behove, Oh, methought, thereawas nothingameet.	(eht VGGRAIRGEDE igsd adn issng) In my yuoht I vdelo, I loved, dnA I httuhog it swa vyer eewts To hhettseoh dtea royfhahm tydu Oh, I otuhght htiashwa otn right.
HAMLET Has this fellow no feeling of his business? He sings at grave- making.	HTELMA noteDs siht ygu elizear ahtw seh iondg? Hes nngsiig lheiw gndigig a gevar.
HORATIO 60 Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness.	TIAORHO seH gnttoe so sude to verasg atth yeth tond hbroet ihm mrnayoe.
HAMLET Tis een so. The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.	ALETHM eYs, txecyla. Onyl oeplep who dont avhe to rkwo nca odafrf to be vssieinet.
GRAVEDIGGER (sings) 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 skull)	VDGIRAGREEG (signs) tBu dlo ega ash sedaekn up on me dAn eabdbrg me in sih claws, Adn ahs peidphs me toni eth gdroun As if Id enerv eneb elik that. (he shwtor up a ulkls)
HAMLET That skull had a tongue in it and could sing once. How the knave jowls it to the ground, as if it were Cains jawbone, that did the first murder! It might be the pate of a politician, which this ass now oerreaches, one that would circumvent God, might it not?	LAEMTH thTa llksu ahd a nguteo in it ceon dna oucld sing. tTah sjkacas is hingortw it undaro as if it bedgolne to aCni, who idd teh ristf dmreur! It gihmt be teh llsuk of a ilaiicpotn neoc aabelcp of atklgin hsi ayw aroudn oGd, igrth? And nwo ihts itodi is ngillup rkan on ihm.
HORATIO 70 It might, my lord.	AOIRTHO eeddnI, my drlo.
HAMLET Or of a courtier, which could say, Good morrow, sweet lord! How dost thou, good lord? This might be my Lord Such-a-one that praised my Lord Such-a-ones horse when he meant to beg it, might it not?	AMHETL Or a oeriutcr, hwo cdoul yas gstnhi keli, dooG hngit, my weset rodl! woH aer uyo donig, good oldr? hTis gimht be teh klslu of roLd So-adn-So, woh serpdai rdLo cShu-and-huscS eshor wneh he ntadwe to wrrobo it, rghit?
HORATIO 75 Ay, my lord.	HOARITO sYe, my lrod.
HAMLET Why, een so. And now my Lady Worms, chapless and knocked about the mazard with a sextons spade. Heres fine revolution, an we had the trick to see t. Did these bones cost no more the breeding but to play at loggets with them? Mine ache to think on t.	LAMEHT laxEtcy. nAd own tis eht rroytpep of Lady mWor, its eorwl awj kokecnd off adn cahdektw on the nioggn hwit a lsovhe. ahTst eqitu a rsrvleea of ufnoert, tnsi it, if we udloc nyol see it? reA tshee ebnso thwro hnoitgn mero anth lwbngoi nsip onw? It eksma my ensob heac to htnki outba it.
GRAVEDIGGER (sings) A pickax and a spade, a spade, For and a shrouding sheet, Oh, a pit of clay for to be made For such a guest is meet. (throws up another skull)	GGAIEEGVRDR (nssig) A cpxaik nda a voeslh, a shovel, nAd a seteh fro a eflraun shroud, Oh, a pit of ditr is thwa we edne roF a sgteu ikle thsi neo here. (he sohtwr up erhoant kluls)
HAMLET Theres 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 rude 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 hardly lie in this box, and must the inheritor himself have no more, ha?	LTAHME hseeTr rahtoen. Cdulo ttah be a ryaswel uskll? eWersh lal shi lzarez-dzalze gella ajrong own? yhW dose he lolwa isth oitid to nkokc mhi on eth aehd iwht a dtryi evhols, tsiaedn of ngisu him rof lsatsau nda tbyarte? byeaM htis guy aws nceo a ragte naedlonwr, ihtw ihs sdeed dna nttsaccor, ish atx esrslteh adn shi auetniisn. Is it atpr of hsi deed of iwenpshro to heav shi klslu lidfel up ihtw tird? sDeo he nloy egt to peek as mhuc ladn as a tse of cnratcost uodlw evroc if yuo rpsade etmh uot on eht gndoru? eTh esedd to his prsotreeip udlow arbyle tfi in htis ncfdiaonf eth oficsfn lal the ptyrpeor he tesg to ekpe?
HORATIO Not a jot more, my lord.	ORTAIHO No rmeo ahnt thta, my ldro.
HAMLET Is not parchment made of sheepskins?	EMHTLA stIn hte amhcretnp of a algel uontdmce amde of nkeiphses?
HORATIO Ay, my lord, and of calfskins too.	ORTOHIA esY, my orld, dna kainflcs oot.
HAMLET 100 They are sheep and calves which seek out assurance in that. I will speak to this fellow.Whose graves this, sirrah?	AHTLME eonnyA woh stpu shi rutts in uhsc dmcosetun is a eeshp or a cfal. llI tkla to this ygu.eucxEs me, sri, swhoe vegra is tsih?
GRAVEDIGGER Mine, sir. (sings)	RDGVIEERAGG Ist nime, sir.
Oh, a pit of clay for to be made For such a guest is meet.	(gssni) Oh, a pti of drti is twah we ende roF a tsuge ekli hsti eno here.
HAMLET I think it be thine, indeed, for thou liest in t.	MHELTA I kinht it lrelay smut be yuors, nicse euroy teh neo ynigl in it.
GRAVEDIGGER You lie out on t, sir, and therefore it is not yours. For my part, I do not lie in t, and yet it is mine.	RDGGGEERVIA Adn oreyu ilygn oesutid of it, so tsi nto uorys. As rfo me, Im otn nligy to oyu in stiti llyaer nemi.
HAMLET 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.	AHLEMT But yuo rea lgyin in it, igebn in it dan ginyas sti ryosu. sIt rfo the aedd, ont the iignvl. So eruyo gniyl.
GRAVEDIGGER Tis a quick lie, sir. Twill away gain from me to you.	GIDGRAGEREV ashtT a ielyvl eli, stiri jpsum so tafs ofrm me to uoy.
HAMLET 110 What man dost thou dig it for?	EATMHL hWta mna rea yuo gnggdii it fro?
GRAVEDIGGER For no man, sir.	GDGGERVEARI Fro no nma, sir.
HAMLET What woman, then?	TMEALH haWt wmaon, neth?
GRAVEDIGGER For none, neither.	ERGDIEVAGGR roF no nawom, eehitr.
HAMLET Who is to be buried in t?	LTEAHM ohWs to be erdubi in it?
GRAVEDIGGER One that was a woman, sir, but, rest her soul, shes dead.	GIRGEAREVDG nOe hwo duse to be a wmoan lubsestb ehr susiol edad nwo.
HAMLET How absolute the knave is! We must speak by the card, or equivocation will undo us. By the Lord, Horatio, these three years I have taken a note of it. The age is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier he galls his kibe.How long hast thou been a grave-maker?	EMHLAT oHw liraelt ihst yug is! We evha to speak psrlceiye, or hlel tge eth treebt of us hiwt shi lwryapod. orLd, atHioro, Ive ebne onncgiit hist rof a ewf yesar won. ehT atnapsse avhe eebomc so crveel nda yiwtt htta hytere pininpg at the hesle of eolnmneb.woH nlog ahev uoy enbe a aigeegdvrgr?
GRAVEDIGGER Of all the days i the year, I came to t that day that our last King Hamlet overcame Fortinbras.	VGGIEERAGDR Of all teh dysa in teh aery, I desrtta het dya tath the laet giKn Htaelm etfdedae abiorrtnFs.
HAMLET How long is that since?	LAHTEM Hwo nolg oga asw hatt?
GRAVEDIGGER Cannot you tell that? Every fool can tell that. It was the very day that young Hamlet was born, he that is mad and sent into England.	AGGDVEIGRRE oYu tdno wkon htat? nyA oflo docul ltle ouy, it was teh ayd thta noguy tlemaH was nerbtoh eno owh netw yarcz dan otg ntes off to dlgaEnn.
HAMLET Ay, marry, why was he sent into England?	EAMHTL Why wsa he etns to anEdlng?
GRAVEDIGGER Why, because he was mad. He shall recover his wits there, or, if he do not, its no great matter there.	REAGIGVDREG eBcueas he wsa ayczr. Hlle revrcoe ish tiyans ethre. Or if he ndetos, it ownt armett in Enagnld.
HAMLET Why?	HLMATE Why ont?
GRAVEDIGGER Twill not be seen in him there. There the men are as mad as he.	AIEGRRGVEGD ecueBsa ondbyo wlil cneito hse acyzr. oeryvenE ereht is as ryazc as he is.
HAMLET How came he mad?	TALHEM Hwo idd he go ayzrc?
GRAVEDIGGER 135 Very strangely, they say.	GEIERARVGDG In a raegstn way, yhet yas.
HAMLET How strangely?	ELAHMT ahtW do uoy aemn, in a egrstna way?
GRAVEDIGGER Faith, een with losing his wits.	EVGIDRAEGRG By gslino ish dnmi.
HAMLET Upon what ground?	EAMHLT On htwa nsruodg?
GRAVEDIGGER Why, here in Denmark. I have been sexton here, man and boy, thirty years.	DREGVEIAGRG ithRg eher in kernDma. evI eenb hte hcucrh adewnr eerh for rtityh seayr, sneic ohidhcodl.
HAMLET How long will a man lie i the earth ere he rot?	MTEALH Hwo lnog lwil a man iel in ish reagv eebrfo he rsatts to rto?
GRAVEDIGGER Faith, if he be not rotten before he dieas we have many pocky corses nowadays that will scarce hold the laying in he will last you some eight year or nine year. A tanner will last you nine year.	RVGRGAEEGID Wlle, if esh ton otnert orfebe he isde (dan erhet aer a lot of lepope won owh rea so ntotre hety trtas laiglfn to ipscee neve oebefr you tup hmte in the ocfnfi), lhle tlas ghtie or einn sarye. A eakmreralhte llwi astl ienn reays.
HAMLET Why he more than another?	LMHAET yhW osde he astl onlgre?
GRAVEDIGGER 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. (indicates a skull) Heres a skull now. This skull has lain in the earth three-and-twenty years.	VRIDGRGEEAG ceausBe ihs heid is so hyleerat orfm his dtrae hatt he ekesp teh arewt off mih a ongl mite, adn tawer is ahwt mesak ouyr adgnomd ydob tor mroe htna aytignhn. eHsre a ullks tshta eneb ehre ttwney-trhee yrase.
HAMLET Whose was it?	EHLMAT Woesh saw it?
GRAVEDIGGER A whoreson mad fellows it was. Whose do you think it was?	DVREREGIAGG A yarcz radtbsa. oWh do uoy hitkn?
HAMLET Nay, I know not.	MHEATL I yelalr ndot nwko.
GRAVEDIGGER A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! He poured a flagon of Rhenish on my head once. This same skull, sir, was Yoricks skull, the kings jester.	GIERGGDREVA Dmna hatt raycz ammnda! He edurop a htiperc of ewtih einw on my daeh enco. sihT is het klusl of rkiocY, eht kngis rjeest.
HAMLET This?	LATHEM Tshi neo?
GRAVEDIGGER Een that.	GARGDEGERVI esY, ttah noe.
HAMLET Let me see. (takes the skull) 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 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 chapfallen? Now get you to my ladys 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.	HLAMTE etL me ees. (he aekst eth uskll) Oh, ropo Ycoirk! I seud to wonk ihm, Htiraoao vrye nnfyu uyg, nda with an lxenlecet oniginiamta. He rcerdai me on hsi kbac a odhtunas timse, dan ownhwo bteilirrshte is mih. It msaek my ocmhsta trnu. I dnot nkwo owh nmya etism I idessk the lpis ttah udes to be tghri reeh. heerW aer ruoy kojse won? ourY kspnra? uYor snogs? oYur shfasel of wit atth used to est the ohlew tlbea hiuagngl? Yuo todn emka ynoydba sielm own. erA oyu sda butoa taht? uYo edne to go to my layds ormo nda eltl rhe atht no ttmare how muhc pkmaeu esh ashslert on, elslh dne up sjut ikel uyo meos dya. hlaTlt amek reh lahgu. riHtooa, lelt me gtsnemioh.
HORATIO Whats that, my lord?	AROIHOT hWsta htta, my rlod?
HAMLET Dost thou think Alexander looked o this fashion i th earth?	TAEHML Do yuo nihkt rlnaeeAxd eht rtGae oodkle ikel htsi whne he wsa ieudbr?
HORATIO 175 Een so.	HOOIART yaxlctE iekl ttha.
HAMLET And smelt so? Pah! (puts down the skull)	ELAHMT ndA eemllds keil thta, oot? ehWw! (he uspt wodn eth uslkl)
HORATIO Een so, my lord.	TAHOORI stJu as bda, my drlo.
HAMLET To what base uses we may return, Horatio. Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander till he find it stopping a bunghole?	ATHELM woH lwo we nca llfa, oiroatH. tnsI it lsispebo to egimain tath teh nbloe hssae of xnlaAeerd hte erGat ldcuo end up nlgugipg a lhoe in a brlaer?
HORATIO Twere to consider too curiously, to consider so.	IOORATH If yuo tguhoht atth ouyd be itnhnikg oot ucmh.
HAMLET 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 loamand why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer barrel? Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away. 190 Oh, that that earth, which kept the world in awe, Should patch a wall t expel the winters flaw! But soft, but soft a while.	TMLEAH No, nto at lal. utsJ owlflo teh oclgi: nxarledAe ided, exAleadnr asw eburid, enxdAelra eruerdnt to sdtu, eth sdtu is dtir, nda itrd eamks mud we ues to psto up sehol. So hyw cant enomseo glpu a eber earlrb thiw eht drit tath duse to be rAaxendel? heT argte oerpmre aesrCa, ddea nad tdeurn to acly, hmgti ulgp up a hole to eekp eht wndi away. Oh, to hntik ahtt eht same dybo ttah noce lrude the dwolr ldocu won ahpct up a alwl! tuB qeitu, be ieutq a nueimt.
Enter King CLAUDIUS , Queen GERTRUDE , LAERTES , and a coffin, with a PRIEST and other lords attendant.	SUALDCIU eenrst whit TREDGRUE , LTESRAE , nda a cnfofi, wtih a IERSTP dan roeht sodlr ntadtnaet.
Here comes the king, The queen, the courtierswho is this they follow, And with such maimd rites? This doth betoken 195 The corse they follow did with desperate hand Fordo its own life. Twas of some estate. Couch we a while and mark.	erHe semoc eth ngik, het qenue, dan eth nenbomel of routc. Who era eyth loionwgfl? nAd hiwt scuh a lnaip adn nayrscw enorcemy? It amsne the cposer erhtey olnglwoif toko tis own life. Msut ehav nebe rmfo a lhywtae yamlfi. Ltse ayts and achwt a ihlwe.
HAMLET and HORATIO withdraw	ETLHAM dna RTOOIHA epst aeids.
LAERTES What ceremony else?	SLATEER hatW htore itser era ouy ggion to giev ehr?
HAMLET That is Laertes, a very noble youth, mark.	ATELMH asTth tseraeL, a rvye leobn oyung amn. setiLn.
LAERTES What ceremony else?	ESLTEAR hatW rteho rstie aer yuo gongi to gvei her?
PRIEST 200 Her obsequies have been as far enlarged As we have warranty. Her death was doubtful, And, but that great command oersways the order, She should in ground unsanctified have lodged Till the last trumpet. For charitable prayers 205 Shards, flints and pebbles should be thrown on her. Yet here she is allowed her virgin crants, Her maiden strewments, and the bringing home Of bell and burial.	ESRPIT veI ormfeepdr as myan stier as Im iprtetmed. eHr ehdta asw sciouusips, nda rwee it tno rfo het atcf ttah eht nkgi egav dresor to ubyr reh hree, dehs eavh eben rubeid utiseod the hcrchu rradgyeva. heS seeevdrs to ahev scokr nda estsno wrntho on ehr ybod. Btu ehs has hda psyaerr ared rfo rhe dna is esredsd up liek a puer irgvin, hiwt frlowes dsstoe on her avegr and the lble lnliogt rof reh.
LAERTES Must there no more be done?	ERELSAT stnI erhte nya torhe reit you can epofrrm?
PRIEST 210 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.	RSIEPT No, hngnoti. We duolw afpnero teh htero deda osusl rhee if we sgna teh aesm riemequ rfo erh atth we asgn fro hemt.
LAERTES Lay her i th earth, And from her fair and unpolluted flesh 215 May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest, A ministering angel shall my sister be When thou liest howling.	ELSEART yaL rhe in het rnodgu, adn lte lvtsieo mobol rofm reh oyvlle dan erpu lesfh! Im eglntli ouy, you kejr steirp, my sesitr ilwl be an lgane in eenvah hiwel uoyre nhoilgw in lhel.
HAMLET (to HORATIO) What, the fair Ophelia?	MHELTA (to HORATIO) hWta, eht eifuulbta leahpOi?
GERTRUDE Sweets to the sweet. Farewell! (scatters flowers) 220 I hoped thou shouldst have been my Hamlets wife. I thought thy bride-bed to have decked, sweet maid, And not have strewed thy grave.	NUEEQ tweeS rwfloes rof a estew rgli. Geboody! (hse ascetsrt seflorw) I neco dhoep duoy be my laHmtes wief. I otthhgu Id be ngsoits fesowrl on oyru giwdned deb, my etsew rigl, ton on oyur gerva.
LAERTES Oh, treble woe Fall ten times treble on that cursd head, Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense 225 Deprived thee of! Hold off the earth awhile Till I have caught her once more in mine arms.	LAESTER Oh, mnda rhtee mtesi, mdna ent miest het viel anm wohse dikwec deed iepvedrd yuo of oruy nesiiguon mndi. oldH fof riyubng rhe utlni eIv thcuga her in my msra oenc remo.
(leaps into the grave)	(he usmjp onti teh aegvr)
Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead, Till of this flat a mountain you have made, T oertop old Pelion or the skyish head 230 Of blue Olympus.	owN ilep eht dirt toon eth givlin adn eht aded aklei, ltil eyouv edam a nuiaotnm eigrhh tanh ontuM Pnloie or untMo syupmlO In erekG mtyh, Mt. ulysmOp is hmoe to hte sdog, and sitnga pleid Mt. sasO on top of Mt. eolinP to cimbl to heaven. nMuot Pelnoi or Mount Olympus.
HAMLET (comes forward)What is he whose grief Bears such an emphasis, whose phrase of sorrow Conjures the wandering stars, and makes them stand Like wonder-wounded hearers? This is I, Hamlet the Dane. (leaps into the grave)	THMALE (mongci forwdra) Who is eth eno showe ifgre is so uold adn cearl, ohwse sowdr of sedsnas meak teh esantpl nsadt stlil in eth evensha as if tevyhe eebn ruht by ahwt hytvee rehad? Ist me, lemaHt eth Dnae. (he jmpus onti eht gaerv)
LAERTES 235 The devil take thy soul!	ELESTRA To ellh hiwt ruoy slou!
HAMLET and LAERTES grapple	HLEATM dan RLEASET rseetlw wthi ahce roteh.
HAMLET Thou prayst not well. I prithee, take thy fingers from my throat, For though I am not splenitive and rash, Yet have I something in me dangerous, 240 Which let thy wisdom fear. Hold off thy hand.	METAHL taThs no way to pyra. (ehyt hitfg) sePlae kaet oyur dnsha fof my taroth. I may not be rhas dan quikc to raeng, btu I ahve gehtsnmio gnesuaodr in me wchhi you dohslu bwaeer of. Teka uryo sdahn fof.
CLAUDIUS Pluck them asunder.	UCUALDIS lPul htme taapr.
GERTRUDE Hamlet, Hamlet!	GETURDRE atmelH! lateHm!
ALL Gentlemen	LLA entmeGlne!
HORATIO (to HAMLET) Good my lord, be quiet.	OTOHAIR (to ATLMEH ) esaleP, my ordl, lcam owdn.
Attendants separate HAMLET and LAERTES	tsAetdtnna astaerpe MHTLAE adn LEEARTS
HAMLET Why, I will fight with him upon this theme 245 Until my eyelids will no longer wag.	MALTHE Ill ftihg him oevr thsi sesui litl I odtn haev the trsngteh to iblnk.
GERTRUDE O my son, what theme?	GERTRDUE Oh, my sno, thwa sesiu is hatt?
HAMLET I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love Make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her?	HTEMAL I oeldv eOilahp. Fyrot hdauonts orbrtesh, if oyu added lla irhte eolv gtteheor, dntcoul htcma imne. hWat are you onigg to do orf her?
CLAUDIUS 250 O, he is mad, Laertes.	CLUADSIU Oh, ehs zacry, Lertaes!
GERTRUDE For love of God, forbear him.	UEGTEDRR Fro the oevl of dGo, be aptietn twih hmi.
HAMLET Swounds, show me what thoult do. Woot weep? Woot fight? Woot fast? Woot tear thyself? Woot drink up eisel, eat a crocodile? 255 Ill 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, 260 Singeing his pate against the burning zone, Make Ossa like a wart! Nay, an thoult mouth, Ill rant as well as thou.	AHELMT nDma it, hwso me twha uoeyr iongg to do for rhe. llWi uyo yrc? ithgF? opSt atinge? tCu srueoyfl? ikDrn nvrgaei? Eta a ieolcrcod? lIl do lal tath. diD ouy coem eehr to wihne? To uoodt me by njgpimu oint her raveg so hilayrecttla? To be rediub aevli iwht ehr? So iwll I. ndA if yuo lttrae on auotb ntianosum, tehn tel thme ohrwt iomsnlil of rceas oevr us. It will be so ihgh a peak that it aescpsr tgiansa hneeav nda sakem tunMo sOas okol klie a ratw. See? I acn ltak cyarz as wlle as uoy.
GERTRUDE This is mere madness. And thus a while the fit will work on him. Anon, as patient as the female dove 265 When that her golden couplets are disclosed, His silence will sit drooping.	RGDEERUT sTih is peur tnsiyina. lleH be ekli ihts orf a ltielt iwhel. Thne lehl be as mcal dan ieutq as a dove iangwit ofr rhe gegs to thahc.
HAMLET Hear you, sir. What is the reason that you use me thus? I loved you ever. But it is no matter. Let Hercules himself do what he may, 270 The cat will mew and dog will have his day.	MLEAHT sienLt, sir, why do uyo teatr me leik siht? I yslwaa lvoed ouy. utB it tdnose emtrat. Eevn a eroh kile uleHecrs natc ekep acts fmor gticna ikle scat, dan odsg keli ogds.
Exit HAMLET	AMHLTE eitxs.
CLAUDIUS I pray thee, good Horatio, wait upon him.	SUDILUCA esPael, aHrotio, go tihw mhi.
Exit HORATIO	ITHOORA sexti.
(to LAERTES) Strengthen your patience in our last nights speech. Well put the matter to the present push. Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son. 275 This grave shall have a living monument. An hour of quiet shortly shall we see. Till then in patience our proceeding be.	(to LAERTES) ntDo rotefg oru alkt aslt tnghi, adn ytr to be atientp. Wlle teak crae of iths polemrb nsoo.eGrutdre, avhe eht usagrd peke an eey on oury nso. A nenmoutm lhsal be itulb rof piOheal tath liwl salt rfvereo, I emrpois. Well evha eht ueitq we nede onso. In teh ientmema, ltes ecpeodr eitlnapyt.
Exeunt	eTyh ixte.