 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 414 דפים
...the University of Wittenberg. The Poet in the rh act forgo: what he wrote in the first. BLACKSTONE. abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises...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 she must... | |
 | Robert Deverell - 1813 - 666 דפים
...gibes now? your gambols ? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? not one now to mock your own grinning ? quite...this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that — Pr'ythee Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that my Lord ? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander... | |
 | Robert Deverell - 1813 - 350 דפים
...gibes now? your gambols ? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? not one now to mock your own grinning? quite...this favour she must come; make her laugh at that — Pr'ythpe Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that my Lord ? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 378 דפים
...once. This same scull, sir, was Yorick's scull, the king's jester. Ham. This ? [Takes the Scull. I Clo. E'en that. Ham. Alas ! poor Yorick ! — I knew...this favour ' she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'y thee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What 's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think, Alexander... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 348 דפים
...infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, bow abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises...chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to thii favour she must come ; make her laugh at that.—Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's... | |
 | James Ferguson - 1819 - 310 דפים
...head of the king's jester, falls into very pleasing reflections, and cries out to his companion, ' Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of...this favour she must come. Make her laugh at that.' It is an insolence natural to the wealthy, to affix, as much as in them lies, the character of a man... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1819 - 448 דפים
...eye-brows are drawn down, and the features contracted or drawn together. Example. Alas ! poor Torick ! I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - 646 דפים
...imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Wnere be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs? your...this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord ? Ham. Dost thou think, Alexander... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1820 - 512 דפים
...back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. (s *' Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 560 דפים
...head once. This same scull, sir, was Yorick's scull 9, the king's jester. HAM. This? [Takes the Scult. 1 CLO. E'en that. HAM. -|~ Alas, poor Yorick ! —...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... | |
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Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed... 
