 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 540 sider
...gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs- ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to fet the tabk in a roar ? not one. now, to mock your own grinning ?...chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour fhe muft come ? make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio^ tell me one thing. Hor.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1771 - 382 sider
...gibes now ; your gambols; your fongs : your flalhes ot merriment that were wont to fet the table in a roar ? not one now, to mock your own grinning ?...now get you to my Lady's chamber, and tell her, let htr paint an inch thick, to this favour fhe muft come: make her laugh at that IVythee, Horatio, tell... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1772 - 370 sider
...gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs ? your flafhes of merriment, that were wont to fet the table in a roar? not one now to mock your own grinning? quite...to my Lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint art inch thick, to this favour {he tnufl come; make her laugh at that^ Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 630 sider
...gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs ? your flames of merriment, that were wont to let the table in a roar ? not one now, to mock your own grinning ?...chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour me muil come; make her laugh at that.—Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Her. What's... | |
 | Andrew Becket - 1787 - 494 sider
...Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs ? your flafhes of merriment, that were wont to fet the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own...chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour {he muft come; make her laugh at that. Hamlet, A. 5, S. i. M IN D. My heart's fubdu'd Even... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1790 - 558 sider
...be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs ? 55 your flafhes of merriment, that were wont to fet the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own...quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, »nd tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour (he muft come ; make her laugh at tliat.... | |
 | 1795 - 432 sider
...how abhorr'd in my imagination it is! my gorge rises aj: it. Here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1798 - 478 sider
...Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs ? your flafhes of merriment, that were wont to fet the table on a 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 favour fhe muft come ; make her laugh at... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 304 sider
...Where be your gibes now ? your gambols? yourfongs? your flafties of merriment, that were wont to fet the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own...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.... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1802 - 314 sider
...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...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,... | |
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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... 
