 | John Green, Paul Negri - 2000 - 68 páginas
...Yorick's skull, the King's jester. HAMLET [Takes the skull]. This? GRAVEDIGGER. E'en that. HAMLET. Alas, poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of...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... | |
 | Douglas Bruster - 2000 - 296 páginas
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 | Peter Quennell, Hamish Johnson - 2002 - 246 páginas
...gravediggers unearth his skull as they prepare Ophelia's grave. This provokes his famous meditation : Alas poor Yorick! I knew him Horatio, a fellow of...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... | |
 | Andi Zimmerman - 2010 - 375 páginas
...scholar, in anthropological practice. CHAPTER Measuring Skulls: The Social Role of the Antihumanist Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of...fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at it. Here hung those lips that I have... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2001 - 304 páginas
...skull, was Yorick's skull - the King's jester.54 Hamlet This? 1 Clown E'en that. Hamlet Let me see. Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of...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... | |
 | Lawrence Schoen - 2001 - 240 páginas
...skull, the king's jester. Hamlet This? First Clown E'en that. Hamlet Let me see. — [Takes the skull] Alas, poor Yorick! — I knew him, Horatio; a fellow...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... | |
 | Jennifer Mulherin - 2001 - 40 páginas
...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...fancy; he 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... | |
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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... 
