 | William Shakespeare - 1709 - 598 pagina’s
...that were wont to kt the Table on a Roar ? No one now to mock your own Jeering? Quite chop fall'n? 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. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thi;-g. Hor. What's that, my Lord?... | |
 | 1729 - 320 pagina’s
...that were wont to jet the Tableon a Roar : No one new to mock your own Jeering! : quite'Chop-fallen. Now get you to my Lady's Chamber, and tell her, Let her paint an Inch thick, to this favour flie muft come. Make her laugh at that.. IT is an Infolence natural to the Wealthy, toaffix, as much... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1733 - 520 pagina’s
...were wont to fet the table in a roar ? not one now, to mock your own grjnning ? 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 comes make her laugh at thai— — Pr'ythee, Heratio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that,... | |
 | 1744 - 336 pagina’s
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 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 540 pagina’s
...were wont to fet the tabk in 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 fhe muft come ? make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio^ tell me one thing. Hor. Wrhat's that,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 540 pagina’s
...to, fet the table in a roar ? nqt one now*, to mock your own grinning ? quite,, chap-fallen,? nov»;, get you to my lady's chamber, and. tell her, le.t her paint an, inc,h thickj to this, favour fhe, mu^ cpmft? make her laugh at that.—Pr'ythee^ Horatio, tell,nae one thing.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1767 - 484 pagina’s
...to/et ifee. table in a roar? iptLOnenow, to mock your^own grinning ? grinning? quite chap-fallen .' now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to • this favour fhe muft come ; make her laugh at that— Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Ham. Doll thou think,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1772 - 370 pagina’s
...that were wont to fet the table in 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 art inch thick, to this favour {he tnufl come; make her laugh at that^ Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one... | |
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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 chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let... 
