 | William Shakespeare - 1995 - 340 pagini
...not the skill. "o 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...lowest note to the top of my compass. And there is mudi music, excellent voice, in this little organ. Yet cannnt you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think... | |
 | Ignatius Donnelly - 2002 - 508 pagini
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 | Dana E. Aspinall - 2002 - 228 pagini
...not the skill. HAMLET. Wby. look you now, how unwortby a thing you make of me! You would play upon me, you would seem to know my stops, you would pluck...from my lowest note to the top of my compass: and therc is much musie, excellent voice in this little organ, yet you cannot make it speak. 'Sblood. do... | |
 | Arco - 2002 - 238 pagini
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 | Wes Folkerth - 2002 - 168 pagini
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 | William Shakespeare - 2003 - 404 pagini
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 | Arnold Weinstein - 2003 - 474 pagini
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 | Richard M. Billow - 2003 - 260 pagini
...ii, 368). Hamlet does not trust the Establishment, which he fears is parasitic: You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck...this little organ - yet cannot you make it speak.' (Ill, ii, 379-385) Hamlet devises a strategy of provocative enactment to test the authenticity of adults:... | |
 | Beth Eddy - 2009 - 224 pagini
...passage in Burke reads: "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...in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though... | |
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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,... 
