 | Alan Wall - 2001 - 312 páginas
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 | Jan H. Blits - 2001 - 420 páginas
...to play upon 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...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,... | |
 | Thomas Heywood, Sonia Massai - 2003 - 168 páginas
...reference to his 'pipe' at 2.2.27, echoes Shakespeare's Hamlet, 3.2.355-61: You would play upon me, you would seem to know my stops, you would pluck out...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... | |
 | Hugh Grady - 2002 - 320 páginas
...answer generations of critics as well as it does Rosencrantz and Guildenstern: You would play upon me, you would seem to know my stops, you would pluck out...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... | |
 | Agnes Heller - 2002 - 390 páginas
...and Guildenstern: "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...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 am... | |
 | 1984 - 456 páginas
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 | Millicent Bell - 2002 - 316 páginas
...deserve Hamlet's contempt for the inefficacy of their prying, and he tells them, "You would play upon me, you would seem to know my stops, you would pluck out...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... | |
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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,... 
