 | 1996 - عدد الصفحات: 264
...skull and holds it very delicately, awe-struck. FIRST GRAVEDIGGER is fascinated. HAMLET (continuing) Alas, poor Yorick I knew him, Horatio — a fellow...times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! Interior / PALACE Day (Flashback) Cut to: We see the mobile face of this classic clown. The instant... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1996 - عدد الصفحات: 132
...— 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!...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... | |
 | Erwin J. Warkentin - 1997 - عدد الصفحات: 136
...description of the close relationship between Yorick and Hamlet Shakespeare's play notes this briefly: He hath borne me on his back a thousand times, and...hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft (5. 1. 179-183) In act 5, scene 1 of "Yorick der Narr," those words of Shakespeare's are evoked as... | |
 | Howard Marchitello - 1997 - عدد الصفحات: 262
...philosophical discussion of the materiality of the body, and then an equally material revulsion: "He hath bore me on his back a thousand times, and now - how abhorred...those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft" (5. 1.1 79-83). 5 For the skull does change "ownership": it was first Yorick's, and then became no... | |
 | John Gross - 1998 - عدد الصفحات: 1064
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 | Kirby Farrell - 1998 - عدد الصفحات: 446
...selflessly playful. But his skull disenchants the patriarchal promise of immortality with sickening force: "He hath borne me on his back a thousand times. And...it is! My gorge rises at it! Here hung those lips I have kissed I know not how oft" (5.1.187-89). The lips, the prosthetic voice are silent. The only... | |
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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... 
