 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 594 Seiten
...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...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come : make her laugh at that. — Pr'y thee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 364 Seiten
...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 Seiten
...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 Seiten
...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 - 582 Seiten
...rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now 1 your gambols ? your songs ? ' your flashes of merriment,...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come : make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 554 Seiten
...Yorick's scull, the king's jester. Ham. This? [Takes the Scull. 1 Clo. E'en that. Ham. Let me see. Alas, poor Yorick ! — I knew him, Horatio: a fellow...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio , tell me one thing. Hor. What's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 364 Seiten
...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...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 that,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 554 Seiten
...head once. This same scull, sir, was Yorick's scull, the king's jester. Ham. This ? [Takes the ScuU. 1 Clo. E'en that. Ham. Alas, poor Yorick ! — I knew...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour * she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 872 Seiten
...rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes DOW ? p And vantage, or that with both he labour'd favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hur. What's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - 536 Seiten
...decayer of your whoreson dead body. Here's a skull now hath lain you i' the earth three-andtvventy years. Ham. Whose was it? 1 Clo. A whoreson mad fellow's...on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? 1 quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, 9 and tell her, let her paint an inch thick,... | |
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Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed... 
