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:

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 hardly lie in
this box;
HORATIO
Not a jot more, my lord.
* * *
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!
BAHAHAhahahah
*this post was originally published in October 2013
And just look how much she has grown!
I know! ;)
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Love it! You are still going strong even at “54”!
Thanks! Even though technically those were not my 300+ words, that is one of my favorite posts so far!!
Oh, I love this! How clever and so much fun to read. Dirt is the great leveler.
Thanks ;)
Dust, dirt, all the same when your veggies are growing in it ;)