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pomo.vtheatre.net -- Music [ Godot ]Hamlet - Act V: Scene 1 (Kevin Kline) Gravedigger sceneRosencrantz and Guildenstern
[Stories of weak people. With a smile!] Americans. Comedians. What do they study? Fun is a must. "R/G are dead," because they should stay as actors, clowns, where they are and who they are. "Hey, we are dead too!"The same actors -- the clowns. Grave-diggers (Act V, scene 1). They are also the ACTORS (in the play). ["Mousetrap" -- pantomime. Madeup language? Sounds, bird's talk.]
How to judge them? Could they even to be put on trial (teenagers emotionally)?
Dressed alike. Always together (one actor with two different costumes-fronts), talk at the same time, smile all the time. They sing and dance. Drink? Play jokes (actors-comedians). Our time jokes? Actors jokes?
First Joke:
Question: what is the difference between God and a director? Answer: God never pretended to be a director.
Second Joke:
To ALL:
R: Question:
G: What's the difference between an actor and a mutual fund?
R: Answer:
G: Mutual funds eventually make money.
Laughter (they alway do it first)and "they" leave.
Act V, Scene i
A churchyard. [Enter two Clowns, with spades, &c.] 1 Clown. Is she to be buried in Christian burial when she wilfully seeks her own salvation? 2 Clown. I tell thee she is; and therefore make her grave straight: the crowner hath sat on her, and finds it Christian burial. 1 Clown. How can that be, unless she drowned herself in her own defence? 2 Clown. Why, 'tis found so. 1 Clown. 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: argal, she drowned herself wittingly. 2 Clown. Nay, but hear you, goodman delver,-- 1 Clown. 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 Clown. But is this law? 1 Clown. Ay, marry, is't--crowner's quest law. 2 Clown. Will you ha' the truth on't? If this had not been a gentlewoman, she should have been buried out o' Christian burial. 1 Clown. Why, there thou say'st: and the more pity that great folk should have countenance in this world to drown or hang themselves more than their even Christian.--Come, my spade. There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers: they hold up Adam's profession. 2 Clown. Was he a gentleman? 1 Clown. He was the first that ever bore arms. 2 Clown. Why, he had none. 1 Clown. What, art a heathen? How dost thou understand the Scripture? The Scripture says Adam digg'd: could he dig without arms? I'll put another question to thee: if thou answerest me not to the purpose, confess thyself,-- 2 Clown. Go to. 1 Clown. What is he that builds stronger than either the mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter? 2 Clown. The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives a thousand tenants. 1 Clown. 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. To't again, come. 2 Clown. Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipwright, or a carpenter? 1 Clown. Ay, tell me that, and unyoke. 2 Clown. Marry, now I can tell. 1 Clown. To't. 2 Clown. Mass, I cannot tell. [Enter Hamlet and Horatio, at a distance.] 1 Clown. Cudgel thy brains no more about it, for your dull ass will not mend his pace with beating; and when you are asked this question next, say 'a grave-maker;' the houses he makes last till doomsday. Go, get thee to Yaughan; fetch me a stoup of liquor. [Exit Second Clown.] [Digs and sings.] In youth when I did love, did love, Methought it was very sweet; To contract, O, the time for, ah, my behove, O, methought there was nothing meet. Ham. Has this fellow no feeling of his business, that he sings at grave-making? Hor. Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness. Ham. 'Tis e'en so: the hand of little employment hath the daintier sense. 1 Clown. [Sings.] But age, with his stealing steps, Hath claw'd me in his clutch, And hath shipp'd me intil the land, As if I had never been such. [Throws up a skull.] Ham. That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once: how the knave jowls it to the ground,as if 'twere Cain's jawbone, that did the first murder! This might be the pate of a politician, which this ass now o'erreaches; one that would circumvent God, might it not? Hor. It might, my lord. Ham. 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? Hor. Ay, my lord. Ham. Why, e'en so: and now my Lady Worm's; chapless, and knocked about the mazard 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 loggets with 'em? mine ache to think on't. 1 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 the inheritor himself have no more, ha? Hor. Not a jot more, my lord. Ham. Is not parchment made of sheep-skins? Hor. Ay, my lord, And of calf-skins too. Ham. They are sheep and calves which seek out assurance in that. I will speak to this fellow.--Whose grave's this, sir? 1 Clown. Mine, sir. [Sings.] O, a pit of clay for to be made For such a guest is meet. Ham. I think it be thine indeed, for thou liest in't. 1 Clown. You lie out on't, sir, and therefore 'tis not yours: for my part, I do not lie in't, yet it is mine. Ham. Thou dost lie in't, to be in't and say it is thine: 'tis for the dead, not for the quick; therefore thou liest. 1 Clown. 'Tis a quick lie, sir; 't will away again from me to you. Ham. What man dost thou dig it for? 1 Clown. For no man, sir. Ham. What woman then? 1 Clown. For none neither. Ham. Who is to be buried in't? 1 Clown. One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she's dead. Ham. How absolute the knave is! We must speak by the card, or equivocation will undo us. By the Lord, Horatio, these three years I have taken note of it, the age is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier he galls his kibe.--How long hast thou been a grave-maker? 1 Clown. Of all the days i' the year, I came to't that day that our last King Hamlet overcame Fortinbras. Ham. How long is that since? 1 Clown. Cannot you tell that? every fool can tell that: it was the very day that young Hamlet was born,--he that is mad, and sent into England. Ham. Ay, marry, why was be sent into England? 1 Clown. Why, because he was mad: he shall recover his wits there; or, if he do not, it's no great matter there. Ham. Why? 1 Clown. 'Twill not he seen in him there; there the men are as mad as he. Ham. How came he mad? 1 Clown. Very strangely, they say. Ham. How strangely? 1 Clown. Faith, e'en with losing his wits. Ham. Upon what ground? 1 Clown. Why, here in Denmark: I have been sexton here, man and boy, thirty years. Ham. How long will a man lie i' the earth ere he rot? 1 Clown. Faith, if he be not rotten before he die,--as we have many pocky corses now-a-days that will scarce hold the laying in,--he will last you some eight year or nine year: a tanner will last you nine year. Ham. Why he more than another? 1 Clown. Why, sir, his hide is so tann'd with his trade that he will keep out water a great while; and your water is a sore decayer of your whoreson dead body. Here's a skull now; this skull hath lain in the earth three-and-twenty years. Ham. Whose was it? 1 Clown. A whoreson, mad fellow's it was: whose do you think it was? Ham. Nay, I know not. 1 Clown. A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! 'a pour'd a flagon of Rhenish on my head once. This same skull, sir, was Yorick's skull, the king's jester. Ham. This? 1 Clown. E'en that.
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