 | William Shakespeare - 1709 - 598 pągines
...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 pągines
...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 pągines
...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, and 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 pągines
...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, my Lord... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 540 pągines
...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, and tell her, let...that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio^ tell me one thing. Hor. Wrhat's that, my Lord ? Ham. Doft thou think, Alexander look'do* this fafliion i' th' earth ? Hor.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 540 pągines
...to, fet the table in a roar ? nqt one now*, to mock your own grinning ? quite,, chap-fallen,? nov»;, get you to my lady's chamber, and. tell her, le.t her paint an, inc,h thickj to this, favour fhe, mu^ cpmft? make her laugh at that.—Pr'ythee^ Horatio, tell,nae one thing.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1767 - 478 pągines
...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, and tell her, let...laugh at that— Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Ham. Doll thou think, Alexander look'd o'this fafhion i'th' earth ? Hor. What's that, my Lord? Ham.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1768 - 462 pągines
...that were wont to fet the table in 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 favour me muft come; make her laugh at that—Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my tord?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1770 - 956 pągines
...one now to mock your own g grinning, quite chap-fallen ! Now get you to my lady's b table ; and telt her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour fhe...at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Her. What's that, my lord ? Ham* Doft thou think Alexander look'd o' this falhion iW ' earth ? Hor.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1771 - 384 pągines
...mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen : now get you to my Lady's chamber, and tell her, let htr paint an inch thick, to this favour fhe muft come: make her laugh at that IVythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. her. What's that, my Lord ? Ham.. Doft thou think Alexander look'd... | |
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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, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let... 
