 | William Shakespeare - 1827 - 658 sider
...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 I know not how oft....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 ner... | |
 | 1828 - 70 sider
...imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Hera hung those Up$4 that f have kissed I knmv not how ojt. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs?...flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get yon to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1828 - 448 sider
...your gives now? your gamhols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, thst were wont to set the tahle on a roar! Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chapfallen? Now get you to my lady's chamher, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to thls favour she must come;... | |
 | William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829 - 542 sider
...now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at iu Here hung those lips, that I hare kissed I know not how oft. • Where be your gibes...mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to mv lady's chamber, and tell her, lether paint an inch thick, to this favour1 she must come ;... | |
 | John Timbs - 1829 - 354 sider
...back a thousand times; ami now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft....your gibes now ? your gambols .' your songs ? your flasheu of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? No. one now, to mock your own grinning?... | |
 | Laconics - 1829 - 352 sider
...have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibe.- now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashe* of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? No; one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, und tell... | |
 | Thomas Curtis (of Grove house sch, Islington) - 436 sider
...your victorv, That pages blushed at him. Id. Coriultimts. Where be your gibes now? your gambols ? you' songs ! your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? Id. Hamlet. The F.nglish roarers put down all. Hotcfl. Deep throated engines belched, whose... | |
 | Thomas Curtis (of Grove house sch, Islington) - 792 sider
...open The breast of heaven, I did present myself Even in the aim and very flash of it. SttaJupaart. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of mcrruaent, thai were wont to set the table in a roar? Id. By day and night he wrongs me ; every Lour... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 638 sider
...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 I know not how oft....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... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 654 sider
...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 I know not how oft....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;... | |
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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 I know... 
