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Unto that element. But long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, 180
Pulled the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death.
Laertes. Alas then, she is drowned?
Qgeen. Drowned, drowned.
Laertes. Too much of water hastthou, poor Ophelia,
And therefore I forbid my tears; but yet
It is our trick, nature her custom holds,
Let shame say what it will—when these are gone,
The woman will be out....Adieu, my lord I
I have a speech o' fire that fain would blaze,
But that this folly douts it. [he goes
King. Let?s follow, Gertrude.
How much I had to do to calm his rage!
Now fear I this will give it start again,
Therefore let's follow. [they follow

[5.1.] J graveyard, with a newly opened graves
cypress-trees, and a gate
Two clowns (a sexton and Ms mate) enter with spades
and mattocks; they make them ready to dig
1 Clown. Is she to be buried in Christian burial when
she wilfully seeks her own salvation ?
2 Clown. I tell thee she is, 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.
I Clown. It must be 'se offendendo,' it cannot be else.