...turn away his eyes, but cannot ; he stays against his will, and is chained against his inclination. " Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this complexion she roust come at last." ZOPYRUS. The Persians, for the space of eighteen months, bad done...

...its parade and pageantry. Now, like Hamlet over the skull of Yorick, we may say of it, where be now your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? quite chop-fallen—and to this complexion all worldly grandeur must come. How many of our kindred...

...in my 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...Now get you to my lady's chamber,, and tell her, let * Orchis mono mat. •* t ieentious. t Insensible, Her paint an inch thick, to this favour* she must...

...[in] my imagination [it] is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kiss'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now, your gambols, your...merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? 2 1 0 No one now, to mock your own jeering? Quite chop-fall 'n? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and...

...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...

...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...

...now found to say of our past," sounds a lot like Hamlet melancholically taunting the skull of Yorick: "Where be your gibes now, your gambols, your songs,...on a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning?" (5.1.175-77, emphasis added). By echoing Hamlet's "now," in which the deictic declaration of the contemporary...

...Here bung those lips that I have kissed, I k now not how oft. Where he your gibes now? your gamhols? your songs? your flashes of merriment that were wont...roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? quite cbapf alien? Now get you to my lady's chamher, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour...

...(Ill.i. 142-4) His obsession with women's makeup culminates in his instructions to Yorick's skull: 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. (Vi 192-5) The movement of this speech is characteristic...

...skeleton's epic proportions. Ophelia's a-moldering outside somewhere in an unmarked, unhallowed ditch. Now get you to my lady's chamber and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favor she must come. We devour a dinner of delectable Danish ribs, two full racks, and spend the night...