 | William Shakespeare - 1709 - 598 стор.
...that were wont to kt the Table on a Roar ? No one now to mock your own Jeering? Quite chop fall'n? Now get you to my Lady's Chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour (he muft come; Make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thi;-g. Hor. What's that, my Lord?... | |
 | 1729 - 320 стор.
...that were wont to jet the Tableon a Roar : No one new to mock your own Jeering! : quite'Chop-fallen. Now get you to my Lady's Chamber, and tell her, Let her paint an Inch thick, to this favour flie muft come. Make her laugh at that.. IT is an Infolence natural to the Wealthy, toaffix, as much... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1733 - 520 стор.
...of merriment, that were wont to fet the table in a roar ? not one now, to mock your own grjnning ? quite chap-fallen ? now get you to my lady's. chamber,...tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour (he muft comes make her laugh at thai— — Pr'ythee, Heratio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1745 - 574 стор.
...were wont to fet the table in a roar ? not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen f now get you to my Lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour fhe mufl come ; make her laugh at that — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hot: What's that,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1762 - 436 стор.
...were wont to fet the table in a roar ? not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chaprfallen ? now get you to my lady's 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. What's that,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 540 стор.
...of merriment, that were wont to fet the tabk in a roar ? not one. now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen.? now get you to my lady's chamber,...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. Wrhat's that,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1767 - 484 стор.
...merrimentj that were wont to/et ifee. table in a roar? iptLOnenow, to mock your^own grinning ? grinning? quite chap-fallen .' now get you to my lady's chamber,...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. Ham. Doll thou think,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 630 стор.
...of merriment, that were wont to let the table in a roar ? not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chapfallen ? now get you to my lady's chamber,...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 that, my... | |
 | Andrew Becket - 1787 - 494 стор.
...flafhes of merriment, that were wont to fet the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,...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 to the very... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 522 стор.
...were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chapfallen f Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let...this favour she must come; make her laugh at that.— <• Pr'ytbee, Horatio, tell me one thing. ; Hor. What's that, my lord ? zoo Ham. Dost thou think,... | |
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... 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 one now,... 
