First Clown: Is she to be buried in Christian burial that wilffully seeks her own salvation?
Second Clown: Ooteedee!
First Clown: How can tht be unless she drowned herself in her own defence?
Second Clown: Ooteedee!
First Clown: A pickaxe 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.
Hamlet: Ere two days old at sea, a pirate of very warlike appointment gave us chase. I alone became their prisoner. I have words to speak in thine ear will make thee dumb, yet are they much too light for the bore of the matter. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern hold their course for England. Of them I have much to tell thee. Has this fellow no feeling of his business that he sings at grave-making?
Hamlet: I will speak to this fellow. How long hast thou been a grave-maker?
First Clown: Of all the days i'th'year I came to't that day that our last King Hamlet o'ercame Fortinbras...the very day that young Hamlet was born -- he that was mad and sent to Englad. He shall recover his wits therel or if he do not, 'tis no great matter there. 'Twill not be seen in him there. There the men are as mad as he.
Hamlet: What might not that be the skull of a lawyer? Where be his quidits now, his quillets, his cases, his tenures, his tricks? Why does he suffer this rude knave to knock him about the sconce with a dirty shovel, and will not tell him of his action of battery?
Gravedigger: This same skull, sir, was Yorick's skull, the King's Jester.
Hamlet: Alas, poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio --