 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 I know...  The Spectator ... - Page 3491803Full view - About this book
 | Hardin L. Aasand - Drama - 2003 - 242 pages
...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 - History - 2003 - 286 pages
...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... | |
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