Hamlet
They are sheep and calves which seek out assurance in that. I will speak to this fellow. Whose grave’s this, sirrah?
First Clown
O, a pit of clay for to be made
For such a guest is meet.
Sings.
Hamlet
I think it be thine, indeed; for thou liest in’t.
First Clown
You lie out on’t, sir, and therefore it is not yours: for my part, I do not lie in’t, and yet it is mine.
Hamlet
Thou dost lie in’t, to be in’t and say it is thine: ’tis for the dead, not for the quick; therefore thou liest.