 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
 | James Ferguson - 1819 - 310 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 chapfallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour... | |
 | Albert Picket - 1820 - 314 pagina’s
...that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? Tour gambols ? Your songs? Yoor Sashes of merriment, .that were wont to set the table on...this favour she must come; make her laugh at that. Hope. O HOFE, sweet flatterer, whose delusive touch Sheds on afflicted minds the balm of comfort, Relieves... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1820 - 512 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...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 - 588 pagina’s
...that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where he your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? yourflashes of merriment, that were wont to set 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 ner, let her paint an inch thick, to... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 560 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 * 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... | |
 | British essayists - 1823 - 924 pagina’s
...that were wont'to set the table on a roar. Notone now to mock your own grinning : quite chapfallen. Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let...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, the character of a man... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 490 pagina’s
...hung those lips, that 1 have kiss'd 1 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 558 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 favour... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1824 - 428 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*... | |
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