 | Paul A. Cantor - 2004 - 122 pàgines
...(Ill.i. 142-4) His obsession with women's makeup culminates in his instructions to Yorick's skull: 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. (Vi 192-5) The movement of this speech is characteristic... | |
 | Susan Rowland - 2005 - 244 pàgines
...Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest. . . Here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft. . . 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. (V, i, 178-89) So far in this scene the extinction of Hamlet... | |
 | Kenneth Muir - 2005 - 224 pàgines
...Hamlet's attack on cosmetics both in his scene with Ophelia and in the graveyard where he tells Yorick: 'Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come.' But the speech is also linked with the discussion of the purpose of playing and the... | |
 | Lance Lee - 2010 - 273 pàgines
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 | Peter Holland - 2005 - 396 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. (5.1.171-80) This powerful memento mori, a theatrical confrontation... | |
 | Rhonda Wilcox - 2005 - 260 pàgines
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 | William Shakespeare - 2005 - 900 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... | |
 | Catherine E. Ingrassia, Jeffrey S. Ravel - 2005 - 364 pàgines
...blazoned upon the skin, may ultimately hasten one's end. Like Hamlet's address to Yorick's skull — "Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favor she must come"cosmetics remind the mercurial woman that she cannot — as one contemporary observer... | |
 | Chris Crawford - 2005 - 388 pàgines
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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... 
