 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 690 pàgines
...? Now get you to my lady's chamber,1 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 lord ? HAM. Doft thou think, Alexander look'd o' this fafliion i'the earth? HOR. E'en fo. Hj.\r. And fmelt... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 696 pàgines
...Now get you to my lady's chamber,1 and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour5 me mull come; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. HOR. What's that, my lord ? HAM. Doft thou think, Alexander look'd o' thig fafliion i'the earth? HOR. E'en fo. HAM. And fmelt... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 682 pàgines
...you to my lady's chamber,1 and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour' me muftcome; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. HOR. What's that, my lord ? HAM. Doft thou think, Alexander look'd o' this fafhion i'the earth? HOR. E'en fo. HAM. And fmelt... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 728 pàgines
...roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? 9 quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,1 and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour' fhe muftcome; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. HOR. What's that, my lord... | |
 | 1795 - 432 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.—Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing ? Horatio. What's that,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1798 - 478 pàgines
...roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chapfallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamttr, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this...Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord ? Ham. Doft thou think, Alexander look'd o' this tfliion i' the earth ? Hor. E'en fo. Ham. And fmelt... | |
 | John Walker - 1799 - 438 pàgines
...•were wont to fet the table on a 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 favour (he muft come ; make her laugh at that. — Ibid. Hamlet. Pity Jor the objeft beloved. Poor lord! is't... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 304 pàgines
...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, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour (he muft come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Her. What's that,... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1802 - 314 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 she must come. Make her laugh at that.' It is an insolence natural to the wealthy, to affix, as much... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 446 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 favour4 she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'y thee, Horatio, tell me one thing. liar. What's... | |
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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... 
