 | William Shakespeare - 2004 - 176 pagini
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 | Peter Dawkins - 2004 - 159 pagini
...artless Guildenstern: Ham. 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... | |
 | Catherine M. S. Alexander - 2004 - 310 pagini
...as a phallic pipe or recorder of which he accuses Rosencrant2 and Guildenstern: You would play upon me, you would seem to know my stops, you would pluck...compass; and there is much music, excellent voice in this lirtle organ, yet cannot you make it speak, 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than... | |
 | 1984 - 456 pagini
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 | William Shakespeare - 2005 - 900 pagini
...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...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... | |
 | Flavivs Aetivs - 2005 - 518 pagini
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 | Richard Brestoff - 2005 - 180 pagini
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 | David Bevington - 2005 - 278 pagini
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 | Frederick William Sternfeld - 2005 - 392 pagini
...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...to the top of my compass; and there is much music, 1 This stage direction is taken from Q2. The F text reads: 'Enter one with a recorder'. Cf. Greg FF... | |
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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,... 
