 | Lawrence Schoen - 2001 - 240 pages
...But these cannot I command to any utterance of harmony; I have not the skill. Hamlet Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would...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... | |
 | Kenneth Gross - 2001 - 304 pages
..."command to any utterance of harmony," whose use is "as easy as lying," Hamlet cries out, "Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me. You would...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2001 - 304 pages
...complicity, he does so as part of a thoroughgoing sequence of musical references in his play: Why, look you now how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would...sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass . . . Why, do you think that I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will,... | |
 | Jan H. Blits - 2001 - 420 pages
...easy as lying," Hamlet says (3.2.348); yet he presumes to know how to play upon Hamlet: Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me. You would...sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass. . . . 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will,... | |
 | Dorrie Weiss - 2001 - 680 pages
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 | Alan Wall - 2001 - 312 pages
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 | Lloyd Cameron, Rebecca Barnes - 2001 - 116 pages
...you one face, and you make yourselves another. (Act III, Sc. I, lines 144-5) Hamlet: Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would...stops. You would pluck out the heart of my mystery. (Act III, Sc. ii, lines 371 -4) Claudius: 0, my offence is rank. It smells to heaven. It hath the primal... | |
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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,... 
