| William Shakespeare - 1836 - 534 páginas
...head once. This same skull, sir, was Yorick's skull, the king's jester. Ham. This? [Takes the skull. 1 Clo. E'en that. Ham. Alas, poor Yorick ! — I knew...on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning f ' quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,2 and tell her, let her paint an inch thick,... | |
| Joseph Addison - 1837 - 478 páginas
...the head of the king's jester, falls into very pleasing reflection, and cries out to his companion, 'Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow...Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let lier paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come. Make her laugh at that.' It is an insolence... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1838 - 522 páginas
...it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I hare kissed I know not how oft. Where ne your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour1 she mustcome ; make her laugh at that. Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1839 - 536 páginas
...head once. This same skull, sir, was Yorick's skull, the king's jester. Ham. This ? [Takes the skull. 1 Clo. E'en that. Ham. Alas, poor Yorick ! — I knew...on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? 1 quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,2 and tell her, let her paint an inch thick,... | |
| Samuel Kirkham - 1839 - 362 páginas
...scull'! My gorge rises at it'. Here hung those lips that I have kissed', I know not how oft'. Where are your gibes',* now'? your gambols'? your songs'? your...chap-fallen'? Now get you to my lady's chamber', and tell Tier', if she paint an inch thick', yet to this favourf she must come.' Note. In order to promote the... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1843 - 594 páginas
...a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fsucy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand limes; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my...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. Dost thou think Alexander... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1843 - 364 páginas
...excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now how abhorred my imagination is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that...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 thick,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1843 - 646 páginas
...fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is5! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I...the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning6? quite chapfallen ? Now, get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1843 - 652 páginas
...fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is5! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I...the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning6? quite chapfallen ? Now, get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1844 - 364 páginas
...Clown. Ev'n that. a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his hack a thousand times ; and now how abhorred in my imagination...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favor l she must come : make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Ho. What's... | |
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