 | George Klein - 1994 - 318 psl.
...Yorick and thinking of the times he played with him as a child. "Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come." But a moment later it was gone. The logic of the case unfolded mercilessly,... | |
 | Robert E. Wood - 1994 - 188 psl.
...how abhorr'd in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kiss'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now, your...roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning — quite chop-fall'n. (Vi184-92) kingship, later acknowledged by Fortinbras, is evoked by his contemplation... | |
 | John Russell - 1995 - 260 psl.
...race, women, who in their concern for the transient and superficial forget the permanent and profound: Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not...roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? Quite chapfall'n? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favor... | |
 | Michael D. Bristol - 1996 - 494 psl.
...memories of affection and personal warmth appear to come from another, quite incongruous source. HAMLET: Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of...merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar? (5.1.185-193) In an important sense Yorick is Hamlet's real father, and under the law of reciprocity... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1996 - 132 psl.
...— a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath bore me on his back a thou- 160 sand times, and now how abhorred in my imagination it is!...roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? Quite chop-fall'n? Now 165 get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this... | |
 | Interdisciplinary Group for Historical Literary Study - 1996 - 414 psl.
...(recollected) kiss on the grotesque, composite overlay. He then shifts from commentary to direct address: Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not...roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? Quite chop-fallen? (5.1.183-86) The Yorick in Hamlet's mind would have mocked his own death, even his own... | |
 | Erwin J. Warkentin - 1997 - 136 psl.
...poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath bore me on his back a thousand times, and now — how abhorred...merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? (5. 1. 178-185) Borcherfs play deals with the life and death of the character described by Hamlet in... | |
 | Stephen Orgel, Sean Keilen - 1999 - 334 psl.
...overlay. He then shifts from commentary to direct address: Here hung those lips that 1 have kissed 1 know not how oft. Where be your gibes now, your gambols,...roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? Quite chop- fallen? (1l. 183-86) The Yorick in Hamlet's mind would have mocked his own death, even his own... | |
 | John Green, Paul Negri - 2000 - 68 psl.
...Yorick's skull, the King's jester. HAMLET [Takes the skull]. This? GRAVEDIGGER. E'en that. HAMLET. Alas, poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2000 - 356 psl.
...times, and now how abhorred in my imagination it is - my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips 190 that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your...roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? Quite chop-fallen? Now get you to 195 my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this... | |
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Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed... 
