OpEdNews - Page 3 of Article: Hamlet 5:1

                                   (Gravedigger throws up a skull.)

                                   HAMLET
            That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once. How he
            tosses it about as if were Cain's!

                                   (Hamlet picks up skull.)

                                   HAMLET (CONT'D)
            This might have been the skull of a politician, the sort who
            might try to outwit God.

                                   HORATIO
            It might've my lord.

                                   HAMLET
            Or maybe it was some courtier who could say, "Good morning,
            sweet lord. How are you sweet lord?" Or this might be Lord
            So-and-So, who praised Lord So-and-So's horse one afternoon
            when he meant to borrow it instead.

                                   HORATIO
            Ay, my lord.

                                   HAMLET
            And now he's become food for worms; his jaw gone, the rest
            knocked about by a spade. Here's a fine instance of the
            wheel of fortune. Did these bones cost no more than the
            price of a game? Mine ache to think of it.

                                   GRAVEDIGGER
                          (singing)
            "A pickaxe and a spade, a spade, for and a shrouding-sheet,
            oh pit of clay for to be made for such a guest is right."

                                   (Gravedigger throws up another skull.)

                                   HAMLET
            There's another. Maybe the skull of a lawyer. Where are his
            objections now? His suits, his deeds, his tricks? Now he
            suffers this rude chap and a dirty shovel. Or this fellow
            might have been a great buyer of land, with his bonds, his
            fines, his orders. And now his fine head is full of fine
            dirt, and all his legal documents would not fit into this
            hole.

                                   HORATIO
            Likely not, my lord.

                                   HAMLET
            Isn't parchment made of sheepskins?

                                   HORATIO
            Ay my lord, and calfskin too.

                                   HAMLET
            People are no better than farm animals if they think a
            document alone, without any action to back it up, secures
            security. (To Gravedigger.) Whose grave is this, man?

                                   GRAVEDIGGER
            Mine, sir. (Sings.) "Oh a pit of clay to be made--"

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