..." here had hung those lips which he had kissed he knew not how oft ;" — his exclamation,—" Go, get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this complexion must she come !" — and when touching his last moments, he wrests the poisoned cup from...

...Now get you to mv lady's chamber, and tell her, lether paint an inch thick, to this favour1 she must come ; make her laugh at that. Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Нот. What's that, my Lord ? Лот. Dost thou think, Alexander looked o'this fashion ¡'the earth...

...reflection on human or even male mortality but a triumphant reading and declaration of female mortality: "Now get you to my lady's chamber and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favor she must come" (5.1.186-89l. Although a commonplace of Renaissance misogyny, Hamlet's move from...

...that were wont to set the table on a 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 she must come. Make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. HORATIO. What's that, my...

...devastating truth it tells. 'Now get you to my lady's chamber', says Hamlet, holding the skull of Yorick, 'and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come' (5. 1. 188-90). The message delivered by Yorick's rotting skull is, in itself, banal:...

...your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's...tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Horatio What's that, my...

...skull in the grave, he comes to the realisation that everyone's fate is the same. He says to Horatio: Now get you to my lady's chamber and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour must she come. (Act V, Sc. i, lines 189-91) Rosencrantz is also concerned with the inevitability of...

...concludes by mordantly imagining the skull appearing before the mirror of a woman putting on her cosmetics: Now get you to my lady's chamber and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come. Make her laugh at that. (5.1.186-89) Earlier, Hamlet had criticized women for having...

...that were wont to set the table on a roar? No one now to mock your own jeering? 55 Quite chop-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come. Make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Horatio What's that, my...

...sky. Good heavens! "Alas! poor Yorick. . . . Where be your gibes now? Your gambols? Your songs? . . . Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come"-Hamlet, contemplating the skull of the Court Jester. kan: sing. L canere; frequentative...