 | Michael Earley, Philippa Keil - 1992 - 164 páginas
...Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes2 now? Your gambols,3 your songs, your flashes of merriment that were wont...the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning?4 Quite chopfallen?s Now get you to my lady's chamber and tell her, let her paint6 an inch... | |
 | Maynard Mack - 1993 - 300 páginas
...how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favor she must come. Make her laugh at that— (5.1.173) is weighed over against the buffoon literalism... | |
 | Robert E. Wood - 1994 - 188 páginas
...bore me on his back a thousand times, and now how abhorr'd in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kiss'd I know...roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning — quite chop-fall'n. (Vi184-92) kingship, later acknowledged by Fortinbras, is evoked by his contemplation... | |
 | Terrence Ortwein - 1994 - 100 páginas
...how abhorred in my imagination it is. My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? Your...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... | |
 | John Russell - 1995 - 260 páginas
...transient and superficial forget the permanent and profound: Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? Your...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... | |
 | John Jones - 1999 - 310 páginas
...in his hand, and he shifts from mortal remains to the dead man himself with a series of questions: 'Where be your gibes now, your gambols, your songs,...on a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning?' That is Qi. Qi could only manage 'Where's your jests now, Yorick, your flashes of merriment?' F is... | |
 | David C. Miller - 1993 - 356 páginas
...until one realizes that it is not Hamlet but the grinning skull itself that peers out at the viewer. "Where be your gibes now? Your gambols, your songs,...merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar?" Shakespeare's prince asks of the dead court jester.33 It is a query that Spencer may have posed to... | |
 | Interdisciplinary Group for Historical Literary Study - 1996 - 414 páginas
...overlay. He then shifts from commentary to direct address: Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now, your...roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? Quite chop-fallen? (5.1.183-86) The Yorick in Hamlet's mind would have mocked his own death, even his own... | |
 | Michael D. Bristol - 1996 - 494 páginas
...how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? Your...merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar? (5.1.185-193) In an important sense Yorick is Hamlet's real father, and under the law of reciprocity... | |
 | 1996 - 264 páginas
...HAMLET. GERTRUDE, CLAUDIUS and YOUNG HAMLET roar with laughter at one of his jokes. HAMLET (continuing) your songs, your flashes of merriment that were wont...roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? Quite chop-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour... | |
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Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? 
