...very faculties of eyes and ears. Yet I, A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak, Like John a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause, And can say nothing ; no,...me villain ? breaks my pate across ? Plucks off my heard, and blows it in my face ? Tweaks me by the nose ? gives me the lie i' the throat, As deep as...

...very faculties of eyes and ears. — Yet I, A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak, Like John a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause, And can say nothing ; no,...whose property and most dear life A damn'd defeat 2 was made. Am I a coward ? Who calls me villain ? breaks my pate across ? Plucks off my beard, and...

...indeed, The very faculties of eyes and ears. A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak, Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause, And can say nothing ; no,...for a king, Upon whose property and most dear life A damned defeat was made. Am I a coward? Who calls me villain ? breaks my pate across ? Plucks off my...

...Please tell me ... Is that the truth of the situation? I ask the audience; I ask them, the players. Who calls me villain, breaks my pate across, Plucks off my beard and blows it in my face . . . Nobody dare do that; nobody would have the gall. But it is just as if they did since they can...

...that body-part. Eventually you will drop the external illustration and retain an internal condition. Am I a coward? Who calls me villain, breaks my pate...my face, Tweaks me by the nose, gives me the lie i' th' throat As deep as to the lungs — who does me this? Ha! Hamlet's consciousness of these contemptuous...

...line cannot be taken easily, it is loaded with emotion — Booth's voice faltered: his dead father — a king, Upon whose property and most dear life A damn'd...was made. Am I a coward? . . . Who calls me villain? The short, sharp protesting questions accumulate in tempo and passion, giving Hamlet no rest. Booth,...

...very faculties of eyes and ears. Yet I, 550 A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause, And can say nothing; no, not...for a king, Upon whose property and most dear life A damned defeat was made. Am I a coward? Who calls me villain, breaks my pate across, Plucks off my beard...

...very faculties of eyes and ears. Yet I, A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak, Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause, And can say nothing; no, not...for a king, Upon whose property and most dear life A damned defeat was made . . . These approaching emotions we have been discussing are often described...

...a passage that glances at Nashe's rejection of feminine patience as just another version of sloth: Am I a coward? Who calls me villain, breaks my pate...my face, Tweaks me by the nose, gives me the lie i' th' throat As deep as to the lungs — who does me this? Ha! 'Swounds, I should take it: for it cannot...

...inner "self" to exploring its outer consequences (running through a discursive portrait of cowardice): Am I a coward? Who calls me villain, breaks my pate...across, Plucks off my beard and blows it in my face, lweaks me by the nose, gives me the lie i'th' throat As deep as to the lungs—who does me this? Ha!...