Grave.
Why, there thou say‘st. And the more pity that great folk should have countenance in this world to drown or hang themselves more than their even-Christen. Come, my spade. There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers-they hold up Adam‘s profession.
[He digs.] - P378
Pours the poison in the sleeper‘s ears.
Ham.
A poisons him i‘th‘ garden for his estate. His name‘s Gonzago. The story is extant, and written in very choice Italian. You shall see anon how the murderer gets the love of Gonzago‘s wife. - P304