 | William Shakespeare - 1867 - 706 стор.
...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...gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wout to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own jeering ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get... | |
 | William Cox Bennett - 1870 - 202 стор.
...Ham. Let me see. — [Takes the skull.} — Alas, poor Yorick ! — I knew him, Horatio : a lellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath...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... | |
 | Henry Green - 1870 - 654 стор.
...on't." * And when Yorick's skull is placed in his hand, how the Prince moralizes ! (1. 177), — " Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not...chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and toll her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that." And... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1877 - 506 стор.
...him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a 175 thousand times ; and now how abhorred in my imagination...that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one 1 80 now, to mock your own grinning? quite chop-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell... | |
 | Angela Gillespie, Member of the Order of the Holy Cross - 1871 - 664 стор.
...I my gorge rises at it : Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be yonr gibes now ? Your gambols ? Your songs ? Your flashes...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 thick, to this... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1872 - 290 стор.
...the king's jester. Hamlet. This? First Clown. E'en that. 172 Hamlet. Let me see. [lakes the skull.] Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow...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 thick, to this... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1872 - 344 стор.
...skull, Sir, was Yorick's skull, the king's jester. HAMLET. This ? GRAVE-DIGGER. E'en that. HAMLET. Alas poor Yorick ! — I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow...wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now to mock youi own grinning : quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1980 - 388 стор.
...poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio. A fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath bore me on his back a thousand times. And now how abhorred...roar ? Not one now to mock your own grinning ? Quite chop-fallen ? Now get 190 you to my lady's table and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this... | |
 | Phoebe S. Spinrad - 1987 - 346 стор.
...mixture of regret, fear, laughter, and disgust: Hamlet: Alas, poor Yorick! 3 1 knew him, Horatio—a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy....set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your grinning? Quite chopfallenf Now get you to my lady's chamber and tell her, let her paint an inch thick,... | |
 | Jerry Blunt - 1990 - 232 стор.
...gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your jibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment,...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favor she must come. Make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. ...Dost thou think... | |
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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... 
