GRAVEDIGGER: “In my youth when I did love, did love,”
“I thought, it was very fine—”
“To set the date to do my duty—”
“But oh, I thought it was not right!”
HAMLET: Doesn’t this fellow understand the nature of his business? He sings while making a grave.
HORATIO: Habit has made it easy for him.
HAMLET: Yes, it’s always so. Those who don’t have to work can afford to be more sensitive.
GRAVEDIGGER: “But old age has snuck up on me
And grabbed me in his clutch,
And has shipped me into the ground
As if I’d never been such.”
HAMLET: That skull once had a tongue in it and could sing. Now see how that goon throws it around as if it were the jawbone of Cain, the first murderer!
It might be the skull of a powerful politician—and now this ass pulls rank on him!