 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 378 pagina’s
...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'y thee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What 's that, my lord? Ham.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 348 pagina’s
...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 thii favour she must come ; make her laugh at that.—Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's... | |
 | James Ferguson - 1819 - 310 pagina’s
...were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one 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 as in them lies,... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1819 - 448 pagina’s
...were wont to set the table on a 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 favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. Shakespeare's Hamlet. 7. — Hope. HOPE erects and brightens the countenance,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - 502 pagina’s
...wont to set ike table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own * peering ?* quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my * lady's chamber, and tell her, let...paint an inch thick, to this favour* she must come; make her laugh at that. Prythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. HOR. What's that, my lord ? HAM. Dost... | |
 | Albert Picket - 1820 - 314 pagina’s
...were wont to set the table on a 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 favour she must come; make her laugh at that. Hope. O HOFE, sweet flatterer, whose delusive touch Sheds on afflicted minds... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1820 - 512 pagina’s
...wont to set 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 thickj to this favour "she must come} make her laugh at that. Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing.... | |
 | 1826 - 376 pagina’s
...away his eyes, but cannot; he stays against his will, and is chained against his inclination. " Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this complexion she must come at last !" ZOPYRUS. The Persians, for the space of eighteen months, had done... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 560 pagina’s
...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 * First folio, Here's a scull now, this scull. f First folio, Let me see. Alas, &c. « — Yorick's... | |
 | 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 pagina’s
...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 ' arc often known... | |
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I have kissed 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 chapfallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and... 
