First line | “Alas, Poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio– a fellow of infinite jest, of most |
Second line | excellent fancy. He hath bore me on his back a thousand times, and now how |
Third line | abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips |
Fourth line | that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? Your |
Fifth line | gambols? Your songs? Your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the |
Sixth line | table on a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? Quite chop-fallen? |
Seventh line | Now get you to my lady’s chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to |
Eighth line | this favor she must come. Make her laugh at that.” |
Hamlet Monologue- Alas, Poor Yorick..
September 4, 2019