 Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?  Shakespeare's Hamlet - Pagina 189door William Shakespeare - 1903 - 274 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | William Shakespeare - 1778 - 90 pagina’s
...not a curt as well as another man, a plague on my bringing up 1 Hen. IV. Part I. AQ. II. Lady Ail *. Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this complexion flic jnuft come at laft 1 Hamltt, Aft V. Lord M—~K£i ii—T-ir -t;—Did I not fellow^?... | |
 | Andrew Becket - 1787 - 494 pagina’s
...were wont to fet 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 {he muft come; make her laugh at that. Hamlet, A. 5, S. i. M IN D. My heart's fubdu'd Even to the very... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 522 pagina’s
...know not how oft. Where be your gibes now > your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merrfment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chapfallen f Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1790 - 666 pagina’s
...were wont to fet the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning * f quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber', and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour* me muft come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. HOT. What's that,... | |
 | 1795 - 432 pagina’s
...hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merriment, that were wont to...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... | |
 | John Walker - 1799 - 438 pagina’s
...be your gibes now ? Your gambols ? Your fongs ? Your flames of merriment, that •were wont to fet the table on a roar ? Not one now to mock your own...tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour (he muft come ; make her laugh at that. — Ibid. Hamlet. Pity Jor the objeft beloved. Poor lord! is't... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 304 pagina’s
...were wont to fet 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 (he muft come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Her. What's that,... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1802 - 314 pagina’s
...hung those lips that 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...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... | |
 | 1803 - 376 pagina’s
...hung those lips that 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...lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch think, to this favour she must come. Make her laugh at that.' It is an insolence natural to the wealthy,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 446 pagina’s
...hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont...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... | |
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