 | James A. W. Heffernan - Literary Criticism - 2004 - 261 pages
...given you one face, and you make yourselves another" (3.2.139-40). Cf. also Hamlet on Yorick's skull: "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-fall'n?... | |
 | Jennifer Mulherin, Abigail Frost - Juvenile Nonfiction - 2000 - 174 pages
...of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now... 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? Act v Sc i The fatal... | |
 | David C. Miller - Art - 1993 - 356 pages
...hands—until one realizes that it is not Hamlet but the grinning skull itself that peers out at the viewer. “Where be your gibes now? Your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar?” Shakespeare's prince asks of the dead court jester. 33... | |
 | Maynard Mack - Literary Criticism - 1993 - 300 pages
...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 your own grinning? Quite chap-fallen?... | |
 | Robert E. Wood - Drama - 1994 - 188 pages
...imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kiss'dI 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 chop-fall'n.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - Drama - 1994 - 964 pages
...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 your own grinning? Quite chop-fallen?... | |
 | John Russell - Drama - 1995 - 260 pages
...superficial forget the permanent and profound: 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 your own grinning? Quite chapfall'n?... | |
 | Michael D. Bristol - Canon (Literature) - 1996 - 282 pages
...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? (5.1. 185—193) In an important sense Yorick is Hamlet's... | |
 | Michael D. Bristol - Drama - 1996 - 494 pages
...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? (5.1.185—193) In an important sense Yorick is Hamlet's... | |
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Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment 
