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When in your motion you are hot and dry,
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! O, 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 pendent boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang, an envious 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,
Alas then, she is drown'd?
I'll have preferr'd him-] i. e. presented to him. If he by chance escape your venom'd stuck,] i. e. your venom'd thrust. Stuck was a term of the fencing-school.
liberal Liberal is free-spoken, licentious in language.
As one incapable of her own distress,] As one having no understanding or knowledge of her danger.
QUEEN. THERE ON THE PENDANT BOUGHS HER CORONET WEEDS
CLAMBERING TO HANG. AN ENVIOUS SLIVER BROKE
Act IV. Sc.7.
London Published by F.C.& J. Rivington and Partners Feb 1823
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,
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.
SCENE I.-A Church-yard.
Enter Two Clowns, with Spades, &c.
1 Clo. Is she to be buried 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.
1 Clo. How can that be, unless she drowned herself in her own defence?
9 The woman will be out.] i. e. tears will flow.
make her grave straight:] i. e. immediately.
2 Clo. Why, 'tis found so.
1 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; it is, to act, to do, and to perform 2: Argal, she drowned herself wittingly.
9 an act hath three branches; it is, to act, to do, and to perform:] Ridicule on scholastick divisions, without distinction; and of distinctions without difference. WARBURTON.
2 Clo. Nay, but hear you, goodman delver. 1 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 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.
2 Clo. But is this law?
1 Clo. Ay, marry is't; crowner's-quest law.
2 Clo. Will you ha' the truth on't? If this had not been a gentlewoman, she should have been buried out of christian burial.
1 Clo. Why, there thou say'st: And the more pity; that great folks shall have countenance in this world to drown or hang themselves, more than their even christian.3 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?
1 Clo. He was the first that ever bore arms.
2 Clo. Why, he had none.
1 Clo. What, art a heathen? How dost thou understand the scripture? The scripture says, Adam digged; Could he dig without arms? I'll put another question to thee: if thou answerest me not to the purpose, confess thyself.
2 Clo. Go to.
1 Clo. What is he, that builds stronger than either the mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter?
2 Clo. The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives a thousand tenants.
1 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
their even christian.] An old English expression for fellow