 | Andi Zimmerman - 2010 - عدد الصفحات: 375
...scholar, in anthropological practice. CHAPTER Measuring Skulls: The Social Role of the Antihumanist Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of...now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your... | |
 | Jennifer Mulherin - 2001 - عدد الصفحات: 40
...that of his father's court jester, Yorick. It reminds him of happier times. Hamlet remembers Yorick Alas! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2002 - عدد الصفحات: 244
...will scarcely lie in this box; and must the inheritor himself have no more, ha? Hamlet— Hamlet Vi Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of...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... | |
 | Robert Douglas-Fairhurst - 2002 - عدد الصفحات: 396
...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...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... | |
 | Robert Douglas-Fairhurst - 2002 - عدد الصفحات: 390
...knew him. Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath bore me on his hack a thousand times, and now — how abhorred in my imagination...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... | |
 | K. H. Anthol - 2003 - عدد الصفحات: 344
...Yorick's skull, the King's jester. Ham. This? 200 7. Clo. E'en that. Ham. Let me see. [Takes the skull.] Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of...his back a thousand times. And [now] how abhorred 205 [in] my imagination [it] is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kiss'd I know... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2005 - عدد الصفحات: 900
...sir, was, sir, Yorick's skull, the king's jester. This? E'en that. Let me see. [he takes the skull] Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio — a fellow...not how oft. Where be your gibes now? Your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merri- 180 ment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now... | |
 | Lindsay Price - 2005 - عدد الصفحات: 52
...GRAVEDIGGER: E'en that. HAMLET: Let me see. LAERTES: HAMLET: LAERTES: PRIEST: LAERTES: He takes the skull. Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of...abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Where be your gibes now? Your gambols? Your songs? Your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set... | |
 | Peter Holland - 2005 - عدد الصفحات: 396
...excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred my imagination is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that...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... | |
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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... 
