 | William Shakespeare - 1858 - 752 σελίδες
...scull, the king's jester. Ham. This ? [Taking the scull. 1 Clo. E'en that. Ham. Let me see :'. — Alas, poor Yorick ! — I knew him, Horatio : a fellow...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1859 - 518 σελίδες
...excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now how abhorred my imagination is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that...the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own jeering? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my ladyjs chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick,... | |
 | Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - 1859 - 396 σελίδες
...despair under which Faust labours. 84 Compare these lines with Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act V., Sc. I. "Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not...merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar?" 85 ,,3£nnner.lt$," wretchedly, miserably, implies the idea of ,,f($tt>et" in a higher degree. ,,®er... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 188 σελίδες
...same skull, sir, was Yorick's skull, the king's jester. [Takes the skull. . Ham. This ? Grave-digger. E'en that. Ham. Alas poor Yorick !—I knew him, Horatio...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour* she must come; make her laugh at that. JULIUS C/ESAR. CONTEMPT OF CASSIUS FOR CJfSAB. I was... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 182 σελίδες
...same skull, sir, was Yorick's skull, the king's jester. [Takes the skull. Ham. This ? Grave-digger. E'en that. Ham. Alas poor Yorick ! — I knew him,...merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar 't Not one now to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen 'i Now get you to my lady's chamber, and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1980 - 388 σελίδες
...poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio. A fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath bore me on his back a thousand times. And now how abhorred...roar ? Not one now to mock your own grinning ? Quite chop-fallen ? Now get 190 you to my lady's table and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this... | |
 | Phoebe S. Spinrad - 1987 - 346 σελίδες
...mixture of regret, fear, laughter, and disgust: Hamlet: Alas, poor Yorick! 3 1 knew him, Horatio—a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy....set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your grinning? Quite chopfallenf Now get you to my lady's chamber and tell her, let her paint an inch thick,... | |
 | Jerry Blunt - 1990 - 232 σελίδες
...gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your jibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment,...this favor she must come. Make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. ...Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i' the earth?... | |
 | Maynard Mack - 1993 - 300 σελίδες
...the first instance, the mixture of profoundly imaginative feelings contained in Hamlet's epitaph for Yorick— I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite...this favor she must come. Make her laugh at that— (5.1.173) is weighed over against the buffoon literalism of the clownH AM L ET. What man dost thou... | |
 | Terrence Ortwein - 1994 - 100 σελίδες
...Yorick's skull, the King's jester. HAMLET. This? CLOWN. E'en that. HAMLET. Let me see. (Takes the skull.) Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of...roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? Quite chapfall'n? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favor... | |
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Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed... 
