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HAMLET LAST SCENE
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ACT
V SCENE I A churchyard. [Enter
two Clowns, with spades, &c] First
Clown Is she to be buried in Christian burial that wilfully
seeks her own salvation? Second
Clown I tell thee she is: and therefore make her grave straight Second
Clown Will you ha' the truth on't? If this had not been a
gentlewoman, she should have been buried out o'Christian burial. First
Clown What is he that builds stronger than either the mason,
the shipwright, or the carpenter? Second
Clown The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives a thousand
tenants. First
Clown I like thy wit well,
now thou dost ill to say
the gallows
is built stronger than the church:
.. Second
Clown 'Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipwright, or a carpenter? '[Enter
HAMLET and HORATIO, at a distance] First
Clown Cudgel thy brains no more about it
when you
are asked this question next, say 'a grave-maker:
'the houses that he makes last till doomsday.
Go, get thee to Yaughan: fetch me a stoup
of liquor. [Exit
Second Clown] [He
digs and sings] In
youth, when I did love, did love, HAMLET
Has this fellow no feeling of his business, that he sings
at grave-making? HORATIO
Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness. HAMLET
'Tis e'en so: the hand of little employment hath the
daintier sense. First
Clown [Sings] But
age, with his stealing steps, Hath
claw'd me in his clutch, [Throws up a skull] HAMLET
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! It might
be the pate of a politician,
. HORATIO
It might, my lord. 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-one's
horse, when he meant to beg it; might it not? HORATIO
Ay, my lord. HAMLET
Why, e'en so: and now my Lady Worm's; chapless, and knocked
about the mazzard with a sexton's spade: here's
fine revolution, an we had the trick to see't.
Did these bones cost no more the breeding, but
to play at loggats with 'em? mine ache to think on't. First
Clown: [Sings] A
pick-axe, and a spade, a spade, [Throws up
another skull] HAMLET
There's another: why may not that be the skull of a lawyer?
. 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! . HAMLET
. Whose grave's this, sirrah? First
Clown Mine, sir. [Sings] O,
a pit of clay for to be made For
such a guest is meet. HAMLET
I think it be thine, indeed; for thou liest in't. ...............
What man dost thou dig it for? First
Clown For no man, sir. HAMLET
What woman, then? First
Clown For none, neither. HAMLET
Who is to be buried in't? First
Clown One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she's dead. HAMLET
How absolute the knave is!
..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
.
How long will a man lie i' the earth ere he rot? First
Clown I' faith, if he be not rotten before he die-- -he
will last you some eight year or nine year:
Here's
a skull now; this skull has lain in the earth three and twenty
years. HAMLET
Whose was it? First
Clown A whoreson mad fellow's it was: he
poured a flagon of Rhenish on my head once. This
same skull, sir, was Yorick's skull, the king's jester. HAMLET
This? First
Clown E'en that. 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 rims 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 chap-fallen? Now
get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her
paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come;
make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me
one thing. HORATIO
What's that, my lord? HAMLET
Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i' the
earth? HORATIO
E'en so. HAMLET
And smelt so? pah! [Puts down the skull] [Enter
Priest, &c. in procession; the Corpse of OPHELIA,
LAERTES and Mourners following; KING CLAUDIUS,
QUEEN GERTRUDE, their trains, &c] The
queen, the courtiers: who is this they follow? And
with such maimed rites? This doth betoken The
corse they follow did with desperate hand Fordo
its own life: 'twas of some estate. Couch
we awhile, and mark. [Retiring with HORATIO] LAERTES
What ceremony else? HAMLET
That is Laertes, A
very noble youth: mark. LAERTES
What ceremony else? First
Priest Her obsequies have been as far enlarged As
we have warrantise: her death was doubtful; LAERTES
Must there no more be done? First
Priest No more be done: LAERTES
Lay her i' the earth: And
from her fair and unpolluted flesh May
violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest, A
ministering angel shall my sister be, When
thou liest howling. HAMLET
What, the fair Ophelia! QUEEN
GERTRUDE Sweets to the sweet: farewell! [Scattering
flowers] I
hoped thou shouldst have been my Hamlet's wife; I
thought thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid, And
not have strew'd thy grave. LAERTES
[Leaps into the grave] Now
pile your dust upon the quick and dead, Till
of this flat a mountain you have made, HAMLET
[Advancing] 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] LAERTES
The devil take thy soul! [Grappling
with him] HAMLET
Thou pray'st 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, Which
let thy wiseness fear: hold off thy hand. KING
CLAUDIUS Pluck them asunder. 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? KING
CLAUDIUS O, he is mad, Laertes. QUEEN
GERTRUDE For love of God, forbear him. HAMLET
'Swounds, show me what thou'lt do: Woo't
weep? woo't fight? woo't fast? woo't tear thyself? Woo't
drink up eisel? eat a crocodile? I'll
do't. Dost thou come here to whine? To
outface me with leaping in her grave?
.let
them throw Millions
of acres on us, till our ground, Singeing
his pate against the burning zone, Make
Ossa like a wart! Nay, an thou'lt mouth, I'll
rant as well as thou. ..................
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, The
cat will mew and dog will have his day. exit |
Zappa Seppellire Apposta, cerca dritto =about
it =outside of the cemetery falegname la forca, struttura inquilino =intelligent
humour =do a bad thing =beat il giorno di giudizio, =portion =man =while =quality =even =squisito rubare attigliare, le grinfie, teschio lo scellerato; mascella testa lusingare un tale, intendere =without
chin sbattuto; =head becchino; trucco generare dadi, dolere piccone, badile, rinvenire =permit.
=rough =head,
badile causa legale, assalto argile ospite, =suitable scavare Scalcagnata Contadino, tallone, marcire Durare Giacere Mascalzone Versare Giullare Battute, fantasia Portare Nauseabondo, gozzo, appesi Battute
Sgambettio,
lampo, suscitare chiasso, schernire =chin fallen =aspect Menomato =body disfare, =nobility =extended =show =beautiful, =pure, =grow, sgarbato, vegliare,
sparpagliare decorare, fanciulla, =cover =strong
jump =make
a heap, =alive, piatto,
dolore =carries, dolore =calls ferito afferrare
=pray you collerico, impetuoso saggezza pigliare, a parte =be
patient =gods
wounds poison gettare ettari bruciare, head =parlare furiosamente miagolare |