 | 1795 - 432 páginas
...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... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1802 - 314 páginas
...head of the king's jester, falls into very pleasing reflections, and cries out to his companion, ' Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow...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 - 1803 - 444 páginas
...scull, the king's jester. Ham. This? [Tote the Scull. 1 Clo, E'en that. Ham. Alas! poorYorick! — 1 knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour4 she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'y thee, Horatio, tell me one thing. liar. What's... | |
 | 1803 - 420 páginas
...in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know nst how oft. Where be your gibes now, your gambols, your...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... | |
 | 1803 - 376 páginas
...fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times: and now how abhorred in my imagination is it ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I...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 think, to this favour... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 páginas
...how abhorr'd in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your...this favour she must come; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord ? Ham. Dost thou think, Alexander... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 páginas
...head once. This same scull, sir, was Yorick's scull, the king's jester. Ham. This? [Takes the scull. 1 Clo. E'en that. Ham. Alas, poor Yorick ! — I knew...this favour* she must come; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord ? Ham. Dost thou think, Alexander... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 páginas
...head once. This same scull, sir, was Yorick's scull, the king's jester. Ham. This ? [Takes the scull. 1 Clo. E'en that. Ham. Alas, poor Yorick ! — I knew...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour5 she must come; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 420 páginas
...how abhorr'd in my imagination it is ! my gorge risei at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your...this favour she must come; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord ? Hum. Dost thou think, Alexander... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 374 páginas
...abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed 1 know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols...this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord ? Ham. Dost thou think, Alexander... | |
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