Текст песни Hamlet: Act 5 - Scene 1 - John Gielgud

A churchyard near the castle. Two gravediggers pause in their work

Is she to be buried in Christian burial
When she wilfully seeks her own salvation?

I tell thee she is. Therefore make her grave straight
The crown will set on her and finds it Christian burial

How can that be, unless she drowned herself in her own defense?

Why, it is found so

It must be so offended, 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, to perform. Argal, she drowned herself wittingly

Nay, but hear you, Goodman Delver

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
Willy-nilly he goes. Mark ye 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

But is this law?

Ay, marry, it is. Crowners quest law

Will you ha' the truth on't? If this had not been a gentlewoman
She should have been buried out o' Christian burial

Why there thou say'st. And the more pity the great folk should have
Countenance, in this world, that drown or hang themselves more than
Their even Christian. Come, my spade. There's
No ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers
And grave-makers. They hold up Adam's profession

Was he a gentleman?

A' was the first that ever bore arms

Why, he had none

What? Art a heathen? How dost thou understand the scripture? The
Scripture says Adam did. Could he dig without arms?
I'll put another question to thee. If thou
Answer'st me not to the purpose, confess thyself

Go to

What is he that builds stronger than either
The mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter?

The gallows-maker, for that outlives a thousand tenants

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. Come, to't again

Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipwright, or a carpenter?

Ay, tell me that, and unyoke

Marry, now I can tell

To it

'Mass, I cannot tell

Cudgel thy brains no more about it, for your dull ass will
Not mend his pace with beating. And when you're asked this
Question next, say "A grave-maker. The houses he makes last
Till Doomsday." Go, get thee to yon. Fetch me a stoup o' liquor