 | James Agee - 2000 - 500 Seiten
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 | Peter Quennell, Hamish Johnson - 2002 - 246 Seiten
...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, (vi) York, Archbishop of (R.Il) see SCROOP, RICHARD. York, Archbishop... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2001 - 304 Seiten
...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... | |
 | 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... | |
 | 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. kan: sing. L canere; frequentative... | |
 | Carol Chillington Rutter - 2001 - 244 Seiten
...comes with other instructions, ventriloquized by yet another of the king's doubles, Hamlet, his son: 'Now get you to my lady's chamber and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come.' Yorick's wisdom makes revenge superfluous. 'To this favour [we] must come' means we... | |
 | Lawrence Schoen - 2001 - 240 Seiten
...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. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Horatio What's that, my... | |
 | Jan H. Blits - 2001 - 420 Seiten
...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... 
