Clo. Too't.
Other. Masse, I cannot tell.
Enter Hamlet and Horatio a farre off.[2]
Clo. Cudgell thy braines no more about it; for your dull Asse will not mend his pace with beating, and when you are ask't this question next, say a Graue-maker: the Houses that he makes, lasts [Sidenote: houses hee makes] till Doomesday: go, get thee to Yaughan,[3] fetch [Sidenote: thee in, and fetch mee a soope of] me a stoupe of Liquor.
Sings.[4]
In youth when I did loue, did loue, [Sidenote: Song.]
me thought it was very sweete:
To contract O the time for a my behoue,
O me thought there was nothing meete[5]
[Sidenote: there a was nothing a meet.]
[Sidenote: Enter Hamlet & Horatio]
Ham. Ha's this fellow no feeling of his businesse, [Sidenote: busines? a sings in graue-making.] that he sings at Graue-making?[6]
Hor. Custome hath made it in him a property[7] of easinesse.
Ham. 'Tis ee'n so; the hand of little Imployment hath the daintier sense.