...Yorick's scull, the king's jester. Ham. This ? [Takes the Scull. \ Clo. E'en that. Ham. Let me see4. Alas, poor Yorick ! — I knew him, Horatio : a fellow...times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is5! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your...

...Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand I times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it...kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now 1 your gambols ? your songs ? ' your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the. table on a roar...

...same scull, sir, was Yorick's scull, the king's jester. Ham. This? l Clo. E'en that. Ham. Let me see. Alas poor Yorick ! — I knew him, Horatio; a fellow...on his back a thousand times ; and now how abhorred my imagination is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft....

...Yorick's scull, the king's jester. Ham. This? [Takes the Scull. 1 Clo. E'en that. Ham. Let me see. Alas, poor Yorick ! — I knew him, Horatio: a fellow...Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own...

...Clown. Ev'n that. a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his hack a thousand times ; and now how abhorred in my imagination...Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your...

...Yorick's skull, the king's jester. Hamlet. This ? [ Takes the skull. ] 1st Clown. E'en that. Hamlet. Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow...Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table in a roar ? Not one now to mock your own...

...once. This same scull, Sir, was Yorick's scull, the king's jester. Ham. This? Gra. E'en that. Ham. Alas ! poor Yorick ! — I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow...imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those iips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ?...

...scull, sir, was Yorick's scull, the king's jester. Ham. This ? [Takes the ScuU. 1 Clo. E'en that. Ham. Alas, poor Yorick ! — I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow...Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your...

...Yorick's skull, the king's jester. Ham. This? [Takes the skull. 1 Clo. E'en that. Ham. Let me see. reform it altogether. And DOW ? your gambols ? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?...

...previous to total decay, and his reflections on the skulk, when he meets with one of a friend : — Alas, poor Yorick ! — I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow...on his back a thousand times, and now how abhorred my imagination is ! my gorgo rises at it. Poor Hamlet ! his daintier sense disgusted at the present,...