 | Herbert Blau - Drama - 2002 - 375 pages
...grieving. Lowers hands as she reaches the other side of the circle, turns and speaks into the space: JUL: Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of...stops, you would pluck out the heart of my mystery. DEN: Seems, madam? Nay, it is. I know not "seems. " Julie's tone changes again, a green thought in... | |
 | Adam Phillips - Psychology - 2009 - 398 pages
...true'. And by the same token, Hamlet himself predicts what critics of the play will want to do to him; 'Why look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of...stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery . . .' (Act III, scene 2, 386). Hamlet says this to Guildenstern, as though there was a heart, a centre,... | |
 | Beth Eddy - Literary Criticism - 2009 - 224 pages
...the content of the climactic passage, rather than the form. The Shakespearean passage in Burke reads: "Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make...and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than... | |
 | Richard M. Billow - Psychology - 2003 - 260 pages
...rest is silence' (V, ii, 368). Hamlet does not trust the Establishment, which he fears is parasitic: You would play upon me; you would seem to know my...and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ - yet cannot you make it speak.' (Ill, ii, 379-385) Hamlet devises a strategy of provocative... | |
 | K. H. Anthol - Literary Criticism - 2003 - 344 pages
...with your mouth, and it will discourse most excellent music. Look you, these are the stops. 376 Guil. But these cannot I command to any utterance of harmony....play upon me, you would seem to know my stops, you 380 would pluck out the heart of my mystery, you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my... | |
 | Johannes Brahms, Siegmund Levarie - Quotations, English - 2003 - 396 pages
...these cannot I command to any utterance of harmony; I have not the skill. Hamlet: Why, look you know, how unworthy a thing you make of me. You would play...out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from the lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little... | |
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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,... 
