 | William Shakespeare - 1820 - 512 páginas
...quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my ^ lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thickj to this favour "she must come} make her laugh at that....What's that, my lord ? HAM. Dost thou think, Alexander Idbked o'this fashion i'the earth ? HOR. E'en so. HAM. And smelt so ? pah! HOR. E'en so, my lord. ['Pkrows... | |
 | Albert Picket - 1820 - 314 páginas
...were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now to mock your own grinning ! Quite chop-fallen ! Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let...this favour she must come; make her laugh at that. Hope. O HOFE, sweet flatterer, whose delusive touch Sheds on afflicted minds the balm of comfort, Relieves... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 560 páginas
...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...lady's chamber*, and tell her, let her paint an inch * First folio, Here's a scull now, this scull. f First folio, Let me see. Alas, &c. « — Yorick's... | |
 | British essayists - 1823 - 924 páginas
...gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment ? that were wont'to set the table on a roar. Notone now to mock your own grinning : quite chapfallen....this favour she must come. Make her laugh at that.' It is an insolence natural to the wealthy, to affix, as much as in them lies, the character of a man... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 558 páginas
...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?...tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour 5 she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 490 páginas
...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...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favouri she must comer make her laugh at that. Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell ma one thing. Hor. What's that,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 370 páginas
...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...laugh at that. Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. HOT. What's that, my lord ? Ham. Dost thou think, Alexander looked o'this fashion i'the earth ? Hor.... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1824 - 428 páginas
...now? 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?...this favour* she must come; make her laugh at that. Grave-digger. E'en that. OPHELIA'S INTERMENT. Lay her i' the earth;— And from her fair and unpolluted... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 512 páginas
...? your gambols ? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table oo a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour1 she must come - make her laugh at that Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that,... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1824 - 486 páginas
...were wont to set the table on a 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...this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Tr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord ? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander... | |
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... abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not... 
