 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 408 pages
...same scull, sir, was Yorick's scull, the king's jester. Ham. This? " [ Takes the scull. Grave-digger. E'en that. Ham. Alas! poor Yorick! — I knew him,...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 574 pages
...head once. This fame scull, Sir, was Yorick's scull, tho king's jester. Ham. This? \Takesthesknll. 1 Clo. E'en that. Ham. Alas ! poor Yorick ! — I knew...it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, thatlhave kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes... | |
 | James W. Redfield - 1852 - 348 pages
...third person, or gibingly in the second, if it had been as good an index of character as the face ? " How abhorred in my imagination it is ! My gorge rises...not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment that were wont to keep the table on a roar ?" Contrast this with... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 746 pages
...once. This same skull, sir, was Yorick's skull, the king's jester. Ham. This? [Takes the skull. 1st Clo. E'en that. Ham. Alas, poor Yorick ! — I knew...that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your jibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table ou... | |
 | William Herbert - 1853 - 234 pages
...then a sigh it stole, And tears began to flow ! — HAMLET'S REFLECTIONS ON SEEING YORICK'S SCULL. Alas ! poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow...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... | |
 | Spectator The - 1853 - 560 pages
...head of the king's jester, falls into very pleasing reflections, and cries out to his companion: " Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of...hath borne me on his back a thousand times: and now ho\v abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 596 pages
...scull, the king's jester. Ham. This? [Take 3 the saill. 1 Clo. E'en that. //am. Alas! poor Yoricl: ! — rutus. Bru. Why corn's! thou ? (Hunt. To tell thce....Then 1 shall see thee again ? Ghost. Ay, at Philip iti my imagination it is \ my gorye rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1854 - 480 pages
...head once. This game scull, sir, was Yorick's scull, the king's jester. Ham. This? [Takes the scull. 1 Clo. E'en that. Ham. Alas ! poor Yorick ! — I knew...his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in rny imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how... | |
 | Phoebe S. Spinrad - 1987 - 346 pages
...mixture of regret, fear, laughter, and disgust: Hamlet: Alas, poor Yorick! 3 1 knew him, Horatio—a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy....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... | |
 | Monk Ferris - 1987 - 68 pages
...Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio. A fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he has borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how...not how oft. Where be your gibes now? Your gambols? Your songs? HORATIO. Ah, sang he then? HAMLET. Incessantly. A voice more of dedication than mellifluity,... | |
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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... 
