...stolen away every thing that nature can afford, — yet must she travel the same road with us all. " Get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her...paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; — In Nature's happiest mould, however cast, To one complexion them must turn at last. SHAKSPEARK....

...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 chamber, and tell her, let her...paint an inch thick, to this favour' she must come; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost...

...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 lord? HAMLET....

...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: we know 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 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 lord? Hamlet Dost...

...with other instructions, ventriloquized by yet another of the king's doubles, Hamlet, his son: 'Now get you to my lady's chamber and tell her, let her...paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come.' Yorick's wisdom makes revenge superfluous. 'To this favour [we] must come' means we don't need to 'take...

...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 lord? Hamlet Dost...

...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, (vi) York, Archbishop of (R.Il) see SCROOP, RICHARD. York, Archbishop of (R.III)...

...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 been given one...

...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 cantare,...