Cast

Baby is Hamlet.

Puppy is the First Clown.

And I’ll be playing the part of Horatio.

ACT V, Scene 1. A Churchyard.

First Clown

    [Sings]

    A pick-axe, 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]

HAMLET

    There’s another: why may not that be the skull of a

    lawyer? Where be his quiddities now, his quillets,

    his cases, his tenures, and his tricks?

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:

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 hardly lie in

this box;

HORATIO

Not a jot more, my lord.

SCENE

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And truly our earthly life’s worth is nothing more than fine dirt. Perhaps if Hamlet were a gardener, he would not be so conflicted on the worth of a man, ha? For fine dirt is good enough for me!

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*this post was originally published in October 2013