ACT V.
1. Scene I. A churchyard.
 
[Enter two Clowns, with spades, &c.] 
 
1 Clown.
 
Is she to be buried in Christian burial when she wilfully
 
seeks her own salvation? 
 
2 Clown.
 
I tell thee she is; and therefore make her grave straight: the
 
crowner hath sat on her, and finds it Christian burial. 
 
1 Clown.
 
How can that be, unless she drowned herself in her own defence? 
 
2 Clown.
 
Why, 'tis found so. 
 
1 Clown.
 
It must be se offendendo; it cannot be else. For here lies
 
the point: if I drown myself wittingly, it argues an act: and an
 
act hath three branches; it is to act, to do, and to perform:
 
argal, she drowned herself wittingly. 
 
2 Clown.
 
Nay, but hear you, goodman delver,-- 
 
1 Clown.
 
Give me leave. Here lies the water; good: here stands the
 
man; good: if the man go to this water and drown himself, it is,
 
will he, nill he, he goes,--mark you that: but if the water come
 
to him and drown him, he drowns not himself; argal, he that is
 
not guilty of his own death shortens not his own life. 
 
2 Clown.
 
But is this law? 
 
1 Clown.
 
Ay, marry, is't--crowner's quest law. 
 
2 Clown.
 
Will you ha' the truth on't? If this had not been a
 
gentlewoman, she should have been buried out o' Christian burial. 
 
1 Clown.
 
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 Christian.--Come, my spade. There is no
 
ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers: they
 
hold up Adam's profession. 
 
2 Clown.
 
Was he a gentleman? 
 
1 Clown.
 
He was the first that ever bore arms. 
 
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