GRAVEDIGGER

Is she to be buried in Christian burial, that wilfully seeks her own salvation? Give me leave; here lies the water; good: here stands the man; good: If the man go to this uva ter and drown himself; it is will he nill he, he goes; mark you that? But if the water come to him & drown him; he drowns not himself. Argall, he that is not guilty of his own death, shortens not his own life. How can that be, unless she drowned her self in her own defence? It must be See offendendo, it cannot be else: for here lies the point; If I drown my self wittingly, it ar gues and Act: and and Act hath three branches. It is and Act to do and to perform; argall she drowned her self wittingly. I marry is't, Crowners Quest Law. Why there thou sayest. And the more pity that great folk should have countenance in this world to drown or hang themselves, more then their even Christi and. Come, my Spade; there is no ancient Gentlemen, but Gardiners, Ditchers and Grave-makers; they hold up Adam's Profession. He was the first that ever boar Arms. What, art a Heathen? how dost thou under stand the Scripture? the Scripture says Adam dug; could he dig without Arms? I'll put another que scion to thee; if thou answerest me not to the purpose, con fesse thy self— What is he that builds stronger then either the Mason, the Shipwright, or the Carpenter? 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 then the Church: Argall, the Gallows may do well to thee. Too't again, Come. I, tell me that, and unyoke. Too't. 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 Gravemaker: the Houses that he makes, lasts till Doomsday: go, get thee to Yaughan, fetch me a stoop of Liquour. In youth when I did love, did love, me thought it was very sweet: To contract Oh the time for a my behoove, Oh me thought there was nothing meet. Mine Sir: Oh a Pit of Clay for to be made, for such a Guest is meet. You lie out on't Sir, and therefore it is not yours: for my partly, I do not lie in't; and yet it is mine. It's a quick lie Sir, it'll a way again from me to you. For no man Sir. For none neither. One that was a woman Sir; but rest her Soul, she's dead. Of all the days in the year, I came too't that day that our last King Hamlet over came Fortinbras. Cannot you tell that? every fool can tell that: It was the very day, that young Hamlet was born, he that was mad, and sent into England. Why, because he was mad; he shall recover his wits there; or if he do not, it's no great matter there. It'll not be seen in him, there the men are as mad as he. Very strangely they say. Faith e'ene with losing his wits. Why here in Denmark: I have been sixteen here, man and Boy thirty years. I faith, if he be not rotten before he die (as we have many pocky Coarses now adais, that will scarce hold the laying in) he will last you some eight year, or nine year. A Tanner will last you nine year. Why sir, his hide is so tan'd with his Trade, that he will keep out water a great while. And your water, is a soar Decayer of your horson dead body. Heres a Scull now: this Scul, has lain in the earth three & twenty years. A whoreson mad Fellows it was; Whose do you think it was? A pestilence on him for a mad Rogue, a pou'rd a Flagon of Renish on my head once. This same Scull Sir, this same Scull sir, was Yoricks Scull, the Kings Jester. E'ene that.