 | 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 pągines
...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 pągines
...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 pągines
...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 pągines
...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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 486 pągines
...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 muāt come : make her laugh at that. — Pr*ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 370 pągines
...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... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1824 - 486 pągines
...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,... | |
 | 1824 - 494 pągines
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1824 - 428 pągines
...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. Grave-digger. E'en that. OPHELIA'S INTERMENT. Lay her i' the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 512 pągines
...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,... | |
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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... 
