 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 536 páginas
...head once. This same skull, sir, was Yorick's skull, the king's jester. Ham. This ? [Takes the skull. 1 Clo. E'en that. Ham. Alas, poor Yorick ! — I knew...on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? 1 quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,2 and tell her, let her paint an inch thick,... | |
 | Samuel Kirkham - 1839 - 362 páginas
...scull'! My gorge rises at it'. Here hung those lips that I have kissed', I know not how oft'. Where are your gibes',* now'? your gambols'? your songs'? your...chap-fallen'? Now get you to my lady's chamber', and tell Tier', if she paint an inch thick', yet to this favourf she must come.' Note. In order to promote the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 594 páginas
...a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fsucy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand limes; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my...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 - 582 páginas
...rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now 1 your gambols ? your songs ? ' your flashes of merriment,...this favour she must come : make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What 's that, my lord ? //.'...-. Dost thou think Alexander... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 364 páginas
...excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now how abhorred my imagination is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that...the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own jeering? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 652 páginas
...fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is5! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I...the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning6? quite chapfallen ? Now, get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 646 páginas
...fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is5! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I...the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning6? quite chapfallen ? Now, get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 554 páginas
...Yorick's scull, the king's jester. Ham. This? [Takes the Scull. 1 Clo. E'en that. Ham. Let me see. Alas, poor Yorick ! — I knew him, Horatio: a fellow...this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio , tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Hani. Dost thou think, Alexander... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 364 páginas
...Clown. Ev'n that. a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his hack a thousand times ; and now how abhorred in my imagination...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... | |
 | General reciter - 1845 - 348 páginas
...be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment ? that were wont to set a table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning...this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. Pr'ythee Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord ? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked... | |
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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... 
