 | 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... | |
 | Jeffrey Hart - 2008 - 285 pàgines
...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... | |
 | George Wilson Knight - 2002 - 396 pàgines
...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 her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that. (vi 207) So it goes on, the mellow beauty of this resigned philosophy... | |
 | George Wilson Knight - 2002 - 416 pàgines
...collected of ladies once clothed by a similar beauty, Byron is troubled after the manner of Hamlet's 'Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come' (Murray, 7 June, 24 Aug. 1819; LJ, iv, 313-14, 317, 349; Hamlet, v, i, 211). These descriptions,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2002 - 244 pàgines
...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 her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that. Hamlet— Hamlet Vi Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay,... | |
 | Ulrich Busse - 2002 - 366 pàgines
...Pritheesay on, he's for a jig or a tale of bawdry, or he sleeps. Say on, come to Hecuba. (50) Hamlet: Now get you to my lady's [chamber], and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favor she must come; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Horatio: What's that,... | |
 | Herbert Blau - 2002 - 378 pàgines
...body invaded by the leperous distilment. The Avenger becomes the Skull, the dead Fool, the Ghost. JUL: Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, MAR: My mother, — JUL: to this favor must she come. MAR: — -father and mother is man and wife,... | |
 | K. H. Anthol - 2003 - 344 pàgines
...were wont to set the table on a roar? 2 1 0 No one now, to mock your own jeering? Quite chop-fall 'n? 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. 216 Hor. What's that, my... | |
 | Hardin L. Aasand - 2003 - 242 pàgines
...direction to the corpse of Polonius, he now incongruously gives directions to the skull of Yorick: "Now get you to my lady's [chamber], and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favor she must come; make her laugh at that" (192-95). A moment later, Laertes directs the pallbearers... | |
 | Richard Dutton, Alison Gail Findlay, Richard Wilson - 2003 - 286 pàgines
...personal, but cryptic, tribute of affectionate memory to Campion, its conclusion makes far more sense. 'Now get you to my lady's chamber and tell her, let her paint her face an inch thick, to this favour she must come' (5.1.194). After Hamlet's rapprochement with... | |
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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... 
