2nd Clo. Go to.
1st Clo. What is he that builds stronger than either the mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter?
2nd Clo. The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives a thousand tenants.
1st 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.
2nd Clo. Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipwright, or a carpenter?
1st Clo. Ay, tell me that, and unyoke.
2nd Clo. Marry, now I can tell.
1st Clo. To't.
2nd Clo. Mass, I cannot tell.
1st Clo. 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 to Yaughan, and fetch me a stoup of liquor.
[Exit 2nd Clown, L.H.U.E.]
Enter HAMLET and HORATIO (L.H.U.E.)
First Clown digs and sings.
In youth, when I did love, did love,
Methought, it was very sweet,
To contract, O, the time, for, ah, my behove
O, methought, there was nothing meet.
Ham.
(Behind the grave.)
Has this fellow no feeling of his business, he sings at grave-making?
Hor.
(On HAMLET'S R.)
Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness.
Ham. 'Tis e'en so: the hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.
1st Clo.
But age, with his stealing steps,
Hath clawed me in his clutch,
And hath shipped me into the land,
1st Clo. What is he that builds stronger than either the mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter?
2nd Clo. The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives a thousand tenants.
1st 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.
2nd Clo. Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipwright, or a carpenter?
1st Clo. Ay, tell me that, and unyoke.
2nd Clo. Marry, now I can tell.
1st Clo. To't.
2nd Clo. Mass, I cannot tell.
1st Clo. 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 to Yaughan, and fetch me a stoup of liquor.
[Exit 2nd Clown, L.H.U.E.]
Enter HAMLET and HORATIO (L.H.U.E.)
First Clown digs and sings.
In youth, when I did love, did love,
Methought, it was very sweet,
To contract, O, the time, for, ah, my behove
O, methought, there was nothing meet.
Ham.
(Behind the grave.)
Has this fellow no feeling of his business, he sings at grave-making?
Hor.
(On HAMLET'S R.)
Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness.
Ham. 'Tis e'en so: the hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.
1st Clo.
But age, with his stealing steps,
Hath clawed me in his clutch,
And hath shipped me into the land,
