 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 522 стор.
...jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorr'd in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now > your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merrfment,... | |
 | 502 стор.
...gentlemen from top to toe" ? How bright their noon of life ! how light-hearted they went their ways ! " Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs...flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own jeering ? Quite chap-fallen ? " Mark the feverish eagerness... | |
 | 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...that 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,... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1802 - 314 стор.
...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...that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 446 стор.
...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...that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her,... | |
 | 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...that 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,... | |
 | 1803 - 420 стор.
...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. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know nst how oft. Where be your gibes now, your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merriment that were... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 стор.
...jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorr'd in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 стор.
...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...that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 стор.
...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...that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell 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... 
