 ... in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that 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...  The British Essayists - Sivu 54muokkaaja - 1808Koko teos - Tietoja tästä kirjasta
 | George Wilson Knight - 2002 - 416 sivua
...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...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, in... | |
 | Ulrich Busse - 2002 - 366 sivua
...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 sivua
...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,... | |
 | Stanley Wells - 2002 - 228 sivua
...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-fall'n? ' Jolted back into his fool's role, he thus addresses the fool's mirror-image in complete... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1995 - 340 sivua
...your gibes now? Tour gambols, your songs, your Ilashes of mcrhmcnt 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 table and teli her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour... | |
 | Robert Douglas-Fairhurst - 2002 - 396 sivua
...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 chop-fallen?197 338 Under the Influence Tennyson, in the 'chop-house': I kiss the lips I once have... | |
 | K. H. Anthol - 2003 - 344 sivua
...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...this favour she must come. Make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. 216 Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander... | |
 | Hardin L. Aasand - 2003 - 242 sivua
...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 sivua
...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... | |
 | Douglas Keister - 2004 - 306 sivua
...your gihes now? your^miiMs? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the tahle on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamher, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come, make her laugh at... | |
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