 | Joseph Twadell Shipley - 2001 - 688 Seiten
...sky. Good heavens! "Alas! poor Yorick. . . . Where be your gibes now? Your gambols? Your songs? . . . Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come"-Hamlet, contemplating the skull of the Court Jester. spell, incantation, recant, descant, cant... | |
 | Lloyd Cameron, Rebecca Barnes - 2001 - 116 Seiten
...skull in the grave, he comes to the realisation that everyone's fate is the same. He says to Horatio: Now get you to my lady's chamber and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour must she come. (Act V, Sc. i, lines 189-91) Rosencrantz is also concerned with the inevitability of... | |
 | George Wilson Knight - 2001 - 426 Seiten
...meditations, though often beautiful, are remorselessly realistic. }4amnler holds Yorick's skull: Hamlet: - . . Now, get you to my lady's chamber and tell her, let her paInt an inch thick, to this fivour she must come; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Horatio: What's... | |
 | Jeffrey Hart - 2008 - 285 Seiten
...the identity of a skull: "Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest. . . . Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favor she must come." 16 Hamlet is also well aware of the skepticism of Montaigne, especially of The... | |
 | Andi Zimmerman - 2010 - 375 Seiten
...gorge rims at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? —Hamlet, act 5, scene i What so dismayed Hamlet... | |
 | Peter Quennell, Hamish Johnson - 2002 - 246 Seiten
...gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? Your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? Quite chop-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2001 - 304 Seiten
...rises at it. Here hung those hips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now — your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar? No one now to mock your own ¿ Quite chop-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber and tell... | |
 | Jan H. Blits - 2001 - 420 Seiten
...forms at odds: Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now, your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? Quite chop-fallen? (5.1.182-86) Not only is there... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2001 - 212 Seiten
...hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? Your gambols, your iso songs, your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now to mock your own 182 grinning? Quite chopfallen? Now get you to my lady's 183... | |
 | Kenneth Muir - 2002 - 212 Seiten
...commonplaces appropriate to that memento man, passes on to Alexander, another classical hero: Hamlet. Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let...this favour she must come, Make her laugh at that. . .Prithee Horatio, tell me one thing. Horatio. Whafs that, my lord 2 Hamlet. Dost thou think Alexander... | |
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your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? Not one now to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she... 
