| John Walker - 1810 - 394 страници
...to wait upon thy foes, And crossly to thy good all fortune goes. IbtJ. Pity far a departed Friend. Alas ! Poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow...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... | |
| Joseph Addison, Sir Richard Steele - 1810 - 348 страници
...he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now bow abhorred in my imagination is it ! now, my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I...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 - 1811 - 498 страници
...imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not liow oft. Where be your gibes now : your gambols ? your...wont to set the table on a roar : Not one now, to mo ck your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1812 - 414 страници
...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... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1812 - 420 страници
...jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how and _. the abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises...now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen i now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1818 - 348 страници
...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... | |
| Thomas Ewing - 1819 - 448 страници
...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 - 1820 - 512 страници
...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 страници
...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 ! — I...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 Shakespeare - 1821 - 558 страници
...once. This same scull, sir, was Yorick's scull 9, the king's jester. HAM. This? [Takes the Scull. 1 CLO. E'en that. HAM. '}- Alas, poor Yorick ! — I...grinning ' ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber2, and tell her, let her paint an inch * First folio, Here's a scull now, this scull. f First... | |
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