Alas Poor Yorick

A stick version comic of the scene in Hamlet – Prince of Denmark where Hamlet remembers the jester Yorick.

Hamlet: Whose was it?

Gravedigger: A whoreson mad fellow’s it was : whose do you think it was?

Hamlet: Nay, I know not.

Gravedigger: A pestilence on him for a mad rogue ! ‘a poured a flagon of Rhenish on my head once. This same skull, sir, this same skull, sir, was Yorick’s skull, the king’s jester.

Hamlet: This?

Gravedigger: E’en that.

Hamlet: Let me see [Takes the skull.] Alas, poor Yorick ! –I knew him, Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, now abhorred my imagination is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes nor? 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 grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now, get you to my lady’s chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thich, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that.

Want a challenge? Why not solve the regex crossword made for this scene?

Alas Poor Yorick by Maria Michelsen is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.

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