...how abhorr'd in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kisi'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now, your...merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? (V, i, 184-191) Then his thoughts turn to another great prince: Alexander died, Alexander was buried,...

...HAMLET. GERTRUDE, CLAUDIUS and YOUNG HAMLET roar with laughter at one of his jokes. HAMLET (continuing) your songs, your flashes of merriment that were wont...roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? Quite chop-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour...

...how abhorred 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,...merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? (5. 1. 178-185) Borcherfs play deals with the life and death of the character described by Hamlet in...

...Hamlet, act 5, sc. 1,1.180-1 (1604). Said of Hamlet's father's jester, whose skull has just been dug up. "Where be your gibes now, your gambols, your songs,...merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar?" Jokes and Jokers 1 My life has been one great big joke, A dance that's walked A song that's spoke,...

...platitude de l'évidence: si le crâne est obscène. c'est sans lubricité. En quoi il n'est pas drôle: Where be your gibes now. your gambols. your songs....merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar? 1p. 7701" Mal lui en a pris: la sanction. pour cette fois. est venue avant la faute. Du moins peut-on...

...en question (Actes du colloque Hamlet d'Aix-en-Provence. Paris : Éditions Messene, 1996) 120-121. "Where be your gibes now, your gambols, your songs,...merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar?" ( V. 1 . 1 80- 1 82) Rire chaleureux et nourriture avaient partie liée à la table du festin qui était...

...overlay. He then shifts from commentary to direct address: Here hung those lips that 1 have kissed 1 know not how oft. Where be your gibes now, your gambols,...roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? Quite chop- fallen? (1l. 183-86) The Yorick in Hamlet's mind would have mocked his own death, even his own...

...rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? ,ho your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merriment...roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? Quite chop-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this...

...how abhorred 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...roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? Quite chop-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour...

...how abhorred 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...roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? Quite chop-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this...