Clown. (Sings)
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.
Throws up [another 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? Hum! This fellow might be in's time
a
great buyer of land, with his statutes, his recognizances,
his
fines, his double vouchers, his recoveries. Is this the fine
of
his fines, and the recovery of his recoveries, to have his
fine
pate full of fine dirt? Will his vouchers vouch him no more
of
his purchases, and double ones too, than the length and
breadth
of a pair of indentures? The very conveyances of his lands
will
scarcely lie in this box; and must th' inheritor himself have
no
more, ha?
Hor. Not a jot more, my lord.
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