 | William Shakespeare - 1820 - 512 pàgines
...were wont to set 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 thickj to this favour "she must come} make her laugh at that. Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 560 pàgines
...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 her paint an inch * First folio, Here's a scull now, this scull. f First folio, Let me see. Alas, &c. « — Yorick's... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1896 - 616 pàgines
...face and you make yourselves another ' ; and, moralising over the skull of ' poor Yorick,' he says, ' Get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick : to this favour she must come.' Bassanio, commenting on the caskets, reflects that the ' crisped snaky golden locks... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 558 pàgines
...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 her paint an inch thick, to this favour 5 she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that,... | |
 | British essayists - 1823 - 924 pàgines
...that were wont'to set the table on a roar. Notone now to mock your own grinning : quite chapfallen. Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come. Make her laugh at that.' It is an insolence natural to the wealthy, to affix, as much... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 490 pàgines
...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 her paint an inch thick, to this favouri she must comer make her laugh at that. Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell ma one thing. Hor. What's that,... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1824 - 486 pàgines
...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 her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Tr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 486 pàgines
...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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 370 pàgines
...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 her paint an inch thick, to this favour* she must come ; make her laugh at that. Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. HOT. What's that, my... | |
 | 1824 - 494 pàgines
...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 her 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... | |
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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... 
