 | Jean Battlo - 1999 - 76 páginas
...husband in this way.) "Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out...lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music; excellent voice, in this organ, yet cannot you make it speak 'Sblood, do you think I'm easier... | |
 | Dunbar P. Barton, Sir Dunbar Plunket Barton - 1999 - 268 páginas
...says, like Hamlet, Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out...lowest note to the top of my compass: and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I... | |
 | Thomas W. Chapman - 1999 - 544 páginas
...vehemence, Hamlet replies: Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me, you would seem to know my stops, you would pluck out...lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think that... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1999 - 324 páginas
...unworthy a thing you make of me. You would play upon me, you would seem to know my stops, you .t.1o would pluck out the heart of my mystery, you would...note to the top of my compass - and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. affected "I lack advancement",... | |
 | Mary Thomas Crane - 2010 - 276 páginas
...instrumentality in language that links it to the possession of hidden interiority: "You would play upon me, you would seem to know my stops, you would pluck out...lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak" (3.2.364-69). However,... | |
 | Peter Mudford - 2000 - 274 páginas
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Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music,... 
