 | 1795 - 432 стор.
...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 - 1803 - 446 стор.
...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 - 376 стор.
...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 - 1805 - 486 стор.
...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 him, Horatio ; a fellow...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... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1808 - 342 стор.
...me on his back a thousand times: and now hot* abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at h. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not...your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the tabfe on a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's... | |
 | Elizabeth Inchbald - 1808 - 418 стор.
...hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft; and now, how abhorr'd in my imagination it is! Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs?...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... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 416 стор.
...those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft ; and now, how abhorr'd in my imagination it is ! Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs?...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 favour... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 476 стор.
...scull, sir, was Yorick's scull,a the king's jester. Ham. This? [Takes the Scuff, 1 Clo. E'en that. Ham. Alas, poor Yorick! — I knew him, Horatio; a fellow...the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning?6 quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber,7 and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 484 стор.
...scull, sir, was Yorick's scull,5 the king's jester. Ham. This? [Takes the Scull. 1 Clo. E'en that. Ham. Alas, poor Yorick! — I knew him, Horatio; a fellow...the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning?s quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber,7 and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
 | Joseph Addison, Sir Richard Steele - 1810 - 314 стор.
...head of the king's jester, falls into very plea~ sing reflections, and cries out to his companion, ' Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow...own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my la> dy's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come. Make 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... 
