 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 624 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...What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o'this fashion i' th' earth ? Hor. E'en so. Ham. And smelt so ? pah ! [Throws down the scull.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 522 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 favour1 she mustcome ; make her laugh at that. Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that,... | |
 | Francis Douce - 1839 - 678 páginas
...the king of Denmark contemporary with Hamlet, according to Saxo Grammaticus. SCENE 1. Page 311. HAM. Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let...this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. There is good reason for supposing that Shakspeare borrowed this thought from some print or picture... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 652 páginas
...of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning6? quite chapfallen ? Now, get you to my lady's chamber,...What's that, my lord ? Ham. Dost thou think, Alexander looked o'this fashion i'the earth ? Hor. E'en so. Ham. And smelt so ? pah ! [Puts down the Scull. Hor.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 646 páginas
...of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning6? quite chapfallen ? Now, get you to my lady's chamber,...What's that, my lord ? Ham. Dost thou think, Alexander looked o'this fashion i'the earth ? Hor. E'en so. Ham. And smelt so ? pah ! [Puts down tJie Scull.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 582 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 chapfallen...that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What 's that, my lord ? //.'...-. Dost thou think Alexander looked o'this fashion i' the earth ? Hor.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 594 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 chapfallen...this favour she must come : make her laugh at that. — Pr'y thee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What 's that, my lord ? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 364 páginas
...flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own jeering? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber,...this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What 's that, my lord ? Ham. And smelt so? puh ! [ Throws... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 554 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?...Horatio , tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Hani. Dost thou think, Alexander looked <>' this fashion i' the earth? Hor. E'en so. Ham. And smelt... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 364 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 favor l she must come : make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Ho. What's... | |
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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... 
