First Clo. For no man, sir.
Ham. What woman then?
First Clo. For none, neither. 125
Ham. Who is to be buried in 't?
First Clo. One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her
soul, she's dead.
Ham. How absolute the knave is! we must speak by
the card, or equivocation will undo us. By the Lord,[2035] 130
Horatio, this three years I have taken note of it; the age[2036]
is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant comes so[2037]
near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kibe. How long[2038]
hast thou been a grave-maker?[2039]
First Clo. Of all the days i' the year, I came to't that[2040] 135
day that our last king Hamlet o'ercame Fortinbras.[2041]
Ham. How long is that since?
First Clo. Cannot you tell that? every fool can tell
that: it was that very day that young Hamlet was born;[2042]
he that is mad, and sent into England.[2043] 140
Ham. Ay, marry, why was he sent into England?