 | Felicity Rosslyn - 2000 - 264 pàgines
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 | James Agee - 2000 - 500 pàgines
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 | John Green, Paul Negri - 2000 - 68 pàgines
...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, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come. Make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. HORATIO. What's that, my... | |
 | Lloyd Cameron, Rebecca Barnes - 2001 - 116 pàgines
...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... | |
 | Joseph Twadell Shipley - 2001 - 688 pàgines
...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. kan: sing. L canere; frequentative... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2001 - 304 pàgines
...that were wont to set the table on a roar? No one now to mock your own jeering? 55 Quite chop-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come. Make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Horatio What's that, my... | |
 | Jan H. Blits - 2001 - 420 pàgines
...concludes by mordantly imagining the skull appearing before the mirror of a woman putting on her cosmetics: Now get you to my lady's chamber and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come. Make her laugh at that. (5.1.186-89) Earlier, Hamlet had criticized women for having... | |
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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 chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let... 
