...of -^*- infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. Where be your gibes now? your gambols, your songs? your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table in a roar?" He is really dead. Those who knew him and loved him — and who could help loving him— feel, like...

...stringless instrument and dropped into the rotten mouth of death.' Well can Booth cry, 'My skull is empty 1 "Where be your gibes now? Your gambols? Your flashes...merriment that were wont to set the table in a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning, quite chap-fallen. Now get you to my lady's chamber and tell...

...enters into Hamlet's address to Yorick's skull: "Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs ? your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table in a roar ? " (Hamlet, v, i). The Dutch verb also passed into Mid. English with the sense of busy activity, chaffering,...

...enters into Hamlet's address to Yorick's skull: "Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs ? your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table in a roar ? " (Hamlet, v, 1). The Dutch verb also passed into Mid. English with the sense of busy activity, chaffering,...

...estate, my home is the wide world, wherein I wander forlorn. Where be now my gibes and gambols, my flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table in a roar? I beg my bread in shame. Whither shall I turn if not to the clergy, nourished as I was at the Pierian...

...those whom we would gladly welcome, but for them a change of venue has been ordered. "Where be their flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar?" Where the "delicate fancy" that attended their lighter moments, and where the profound intellects tfiat...

...cleric. backs when he came near. Alas! poor Inigo, where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table in a roar? Like A mad is when his Oriana treated him frostily, ' he longed to seek a desert and to hide himself...

...down on it) that I have kissed I know not how oft. 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 grinning? QUITE chapfallen?" These questions, Clarke says, are put slowly,...

...pathologist. Hamlet is holding the skull of Yorick and thinking of the times he played with him as a child. "Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chapfallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber,...