 | James Schiffer - 2000 - 500 pages
...prose. Instead, he appended A Lover's Complaint, as if to tell the wider lyric audience, "Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would...stops, you would pluck out the heart of my mystery" (Hamlet 3.2.363-66). Why then, you figure it out. As Shakespeare warns us from the very outset of A... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1999 - 324 pages
...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",... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2000 - 356 pages
...to any utterance of harmony; I have not the skill. HAMLET Why look you now how unworthy a thing 360 you make of me. You would play upon me, you would...lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice in this 365 little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood do you think... | |
 | Peter Mudford - 2000 - 272 pages
...disloyalty, he reminds him of an important difference between the solo player and the member of the company: You would play upon me; you would seem to know my...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. (Act III, scene 2) The... | |
 | Mary Thomas Crane - 2010 - 276 pages
...vehemently denies his instrumentality in language that links it to the possession of hidden interiority: "You would play upon me, you would seem to know my...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,... | |
 | Lesley Caldwell - 2000 - 178 pages
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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,... 
