 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 540 páginas
...gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs- ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to fet the tabk in a roar ? not one. now, to mock your own grinning ?...chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour fhe muft come ? make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio^ tell me one thing. Hor.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1771 - 382 páginas
...gibes now ; your gambols; your fongs : your flalhes ot merriment that were wont to fet the table in a roar ? not one now, to mock your own grinning ?...now get you to my Lady's chamber, and tell her, let htr paint an inch thick, to this favour fhe muft come: make her laugh at that IVythee, Horatio, tell... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1772 - 370 páginas
...gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs ? your flafhes of merriment, that were wont to fet the table in a roar? not one now to mock your own grinning? quite...to my Lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint art inch thick, to this favour {he tnufl come; make her laugh at that^ Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 630 páginas
...gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs ? your flames of merriment, that were wont to let the table in a roar ? not one now, to mock your own grinning ?...chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour me muil come; make her laugh at that.—Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Her. What's... | |
 | Andrew Becket - 1787 - 494 páginas
...Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs ? your flafhes of merriment, that were wont to fet the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own...chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour {he muft come; make her laugh at that. Hamlet, A. 5, S. i. M IN D. My heart's fubdu'd Even... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1790 - 558 páginas
...be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs ? 55 your flafhes of merriment, that were wont to fet the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own...quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, »nd tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour (he muft come ; make her laugh at tliat.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1786 - 574 páginas
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 | 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1798 - 478 páginas
...Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs ? your flafhes of merriment, that were wont to fet the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own...grinning ? quite chapfallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamttr, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour fhe muft come ; make her laugh at... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 304 páginas
...Where be your gibes now ? your gambols? yourfongs? your flafties of merriment, that were wont to fet the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own...chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour (he muft come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Her.... | |
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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... 
