 | 1795 - 432 páginas
...how abhorr'd in my imagination it is! my gorge rises aj: it. Here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your...roar! not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap fall'n ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1802 - 314 páginas
...head of the king's jester, falls into very pleasing reflections, and cries out to his companion, ' Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come. Make her laugh at that.' It is an insolence natural to the wealthy, to affix,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 446 páginas
...scull, the king's jester. Ham. This? [Tote the Scull. 1 Clo, E'en that. Ham. Alas! poorYorick! — 1 knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour4 she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'y thee, Horatio, tell me one thing. liar. What's... | |
 | 1803 - 420 páginas
...in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know nst how oft. Where be your gibes now, your gambols, your...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come. Make her laugh at that.' It is an insolence natural to the wealthy, to affix,... | |
 | 1803 - 376 páginas
...fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times: and now how abhorred in my imagination is it ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I...roar ! Not one now to mock your own grinning.? quite chop-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch think, to this favour... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 páginas
...how abhorr'd in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 páginas
...head once. This same scull, sir, was Yorick's scull, the king's jester. Ham. This? [Takes the scull. 1 Clo. E'en that. Ham. Alas, poor Yorick ! — I knew...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour* she must come; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 páginas
...head once. This same scull, sir, was Yorick's scull, the king's jester. Ham. This ? [Takes the scull. 1 Clo. E'en that. Ham. Alas, poor Yorick ! — I knew...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour5 she must come; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 420 páginas
...how abhorr'd in my imagination it is ! my gorge risei at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 374 páginas
...abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed 1 know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's... | |
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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, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed... 
