 | 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... | |
 | Carol Chillington Rutter - 2001 - 244 pàgines
...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... | |
 | Peter Quennell, Hamish Johnson - 2002 - 246 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, (vi) York, Archbishop of (R.Il) see SCROOP, RICHARD. York, Archbishop... | |
 | 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
...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,...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2002 - 244 pàgines
...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,...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,... | |
 | Kenneth Muir - 2002 - 216 pàgines
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 | 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,... | |
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I have kissed 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... 
