 | William Shakespeare - 1999 - 324 стор.
...stops. GUILDENSTERN But these cannot I command to any utterance of harmony. I have not the skill. HAMLET Why look you now how unworthy a thing you make of...play upon me, you would seem to know my stops, you .t.1o would pluck out the heart of my mystery, you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of... | |
 | Lesley Caldwell - 2000 - 178 стор.
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 | William Shakespeare - 2000 - 356 стор.
...to any utterance of harmony; I have not the skill. HAMLET Why look you now how unworthy a thing 360 you make of me. You would play upon me, you would...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, excellent voice in this 365 little... | |
 | Mary Thomas Crane - 2010 - 276 стор.
...vehemently denies his instrumentality in language that links it to the possession of hidden interiority: "You would play upon me, you would seem to know my...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, excellent voice, in this little organ,... | |
 | Peter Mudford - 2000 - 272 стор.
...disloyalty, he reminds him of an important difference between the solo player and the member of the company: You would play upon me; you would seem to know my...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, excellent voice, in this little organ,... | |
 | Jan H. Blits - 2001 - 420 стор.
..."[i]t is as easy as lying," Hamlet says (3.2.348); yet he presumes to know how to play upon Hamlet: Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of...out the heart of my mystery, you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass. . . . 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than... | |
 | Lawrence Schoen - 2001 - 240 стор.
...stops. Guildenstern But these cannot I command to any utterance of harmony; I have not the skill. Hamlet Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of...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, excellent voice, in this little organ;... | |
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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,... 
