 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1824 - 486 trang
...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, let...this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Tr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord ? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander... | |
 | 1824 - 494 trang
...reliqua. OBITUARY NOTICE. " Alas, poor Yorick ! — a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy." " Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let...paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come." JOB COOK is no more ; and, what is still worse, Job Ceok's nephew has, in conjunction with faithful... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 512 trang
...quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady' chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, t< this favour' she must come ; make her laugh at that...Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord ? I I'im. Dost thou think, Alexander looked o'this fashion i'the earth ? Hor. E'en so. Ham. And smelt... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 512 trang
...flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table oo 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 her paint an inch thick, to this favour1 she must come - make her laugh at that Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 486 trang
...were went to set the table on a roar ? Not one, now, to mock y ou r 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 * she muât come : make her laugh at that. — Pr*ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my... | |
 | John Bull - 1825 - 782 trang
...of merriment, that were wont to bet the table on a roar Î Not one now, to mock your own grinning t quite chapfallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,...this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. THK BKÏWER AND MOHO. A brewer in a courtry town Had got a monstrous reputation ; No other beer but... | |
 | S-l J-n - 1825 - 318 trang
...wealth which had so little power of securing the man before him from helplessness and the grave. " Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her let...paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come." But a voice from the grave would scarcely have impeded his haughty heart in the pursuit of his avarice... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 554 trang
...chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber23, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour24 she must come; make her laugh at that. — 'Pr'ythee,...What's that, my lord ? Ham. Dost thou think, Alexander look'd o'this fashion i'the earth ? Hor. E'en so. Ham. And smelt so ? pah ! [ Throws down the Scull.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 642 trang
...chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber23, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour84 she must come; make her laugh at that.— 'Pr'ythee,...What's that, my lord ? Ham. Dost thou think, Alexander look'd o'this fashion i'the earth ? Hor. E'en so. Ham. And smelt so ? pah ! [Thrmos down the Scull.... | |
 | 1826 - 508 trang
...now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to ray lady's chamber, and tell tier, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must...at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hoi: What's that, my lord ? Ham. Dost Ihou think that Alexander looked o'this fashion i'the earth ?... | |
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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,... 
