HAMLET: Whose was it?
GRAVEDIGGER: Damn that rogue! He poured a pitcher of wine on my head once.
That skull belongs to Yorick, sir, the king’s jester.
HAMLET: This one?
GRAVEDIGGER: Yes, that one.
HAMLET: Let me see.
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio—a fellow of endless humor and excellent imagination.
He carried me on his back a thousand times,
And now . . .
How disgusting he is!