As if I had never been such.
[Throws up a skull.]
Ham. That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once: How the knave jowls it to the ground, as if it were Cain's jaw-bone, that did the first murder! This might be the pate of a politician, which this ass now o'er-reaches; one that would circumvent Heaven, might it not?
Hor. It might, my lord.
[Gravedigger throws up bones.]
Ham. Did these bones cost no more the breeding, but to play at loggats with them? mine ache to think on't.
1st Clo.
[Sings.]
A pick-axe and a spade, a spade,
For and a shrouding sheet:
O, a pit of clay for to be made
For such a guest is meet.
[Throws up a skull.
Ham. There's another: Why may not that be the skull of a lawyer?
Where be his quiddits now, his quillets, 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? I will speak to this fellow. - Whose grave's this, sirrah?
1st Clo. Mine, sir. -
[Sings.]
O, a pit of clay for to be made
For such a guest is meet.
Ham. (R. of grave.) I think it be thine, indeed; for thou liest in't.
1st Clo. You lie out on't, sir, and therefore it is not yours: for my part, I do not lie in't, yet it is mine.
Ham. 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.
1st. Clo. 'Tis a quick lie, sir; 'twill away again, from me to you.
Ham. What man dost thou dig it for?
[Throws up a skull.]
Ham. That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once: How the knave jowls it to the ground, as if it were Cain's jaw-bone, that did the first murder! This might be the pate of a politician, which this ass now o'er-reaches; one that would circumvent Heaven, might it not?
Hor. It might, my lord.
[Gravedigger throws up bones.]
Ham. Did these bones cost no more the breeding, but to play at loggats with them? mine ache to think on't.
1st Clo.
[Sings.]
A pick-axe and a spade, a spade,
For and a shrouding sheet:
O, a pit of clay for to be made
For such a guest is meet.
[Throws up a skull.
Ham. There's another: Why may not that be the skull of a lawyer?
Where be his quiddits now, his quillets, 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? I will speak to this fellow. - Whose grave's this, sirrah?
1st Clo. Mine, sir. -
[Sings.]
O, a pit of clay for to be made
For such a guest is meet.
Ham. (R. of grave.) I think it be thine, indeed; for thou liest in't.
1st Clo. You lie out on't, sir, and therefore it is not yours: for my part, I do not lie in't, yet it is mine.
Ham. 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.
1st. Clo. 'Tis a quick lie, sir; 'twill away again, from me to you.
Ham. What man dost thou dig it for?
