 | Mary Anneeta Mann - 2004 - 230 pages
...sound out Hamlet. The scene ends with Hamlet's emotional plea concerning the duplicity of their method: 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; . . . and there is much music,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2005 - 900 pages
...GUILD'RN But these cannot I command to any utt'rance of har- 350 mony, I have not the skill. HAMLET 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... | |
 | Frederick William Sternfeld - 2005 - 392 pages
...stops. Guil. 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 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... | |
 | Lindsay Price - 2005 - 52 pages
...GUILDENSTERN: 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 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... | |
 | InterLingua.com, Incorporated - 2006 - 435 pages
...these are the stops. But these cannot I command to any utt' ranee of harmony. I have not the skill. 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... | |
 | Tony Howard - 2007 - 315 pages
...easy as lying' was pronounced calmly, with insidious goodwill. Then followed a real explosion of rage: 'Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me. You would play upon me; you would seem to know my steps; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest... | |
 | Anton Chekhov - 2007 - 1128 pages
...your mouth, and it will discourse most eloquent music." NIKITA. "I have not the skill." SVETLOVIDOV. "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. Do you think I am easier to be... | |
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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, excellent... 
