 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 522 Seiten
...were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chapfallen f Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that.— <• Pr'ytbee, Horatio, tell me one thing. ; Hor. What's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1790 - 666 Seiten
...were wont to fet 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 her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour* me muft come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. HOT. What's that,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 690 Seiten
...? Now get you to my lady's chamber,1 and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour ' me muft come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee,...Horatio, tell me one thing. HOR. What's that, my lord ? HAM. Doft thou think, Alexander look'd o' this fafliion i'the earth? HOR. E'en fo. Hj.\r. And fmelt... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 696 Seiten
...Now get you to my lady's chamber,1 and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour5 me mull come; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. HOR. What's that, my lord ? HAM. Doft thou think, Alexander look'd o' thig fafliion i'the earth? HOR. E'en fo. HAM. And fmelt... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 682 Seiten
...you to my lady's chamber,1 and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour' me muftcome; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. HOR. What's that, my lord ? HAM. Doft thou think, Alexander look'd o' this fafhion i'the earth? HOR. E'en fo. HAM. And fmelt... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 728 Seiten
...roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? 9 quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,1 and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour' fhe muftcome; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. HOR. What's that, my lord... | |
 | 1795 - 432 Seiten
...were wont to set the .table on a 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 favour she must come; make her laugh at that.—Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing ? Horatio. What's that,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1798 - 478 Seiten
...roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chapfallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamttr, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this...Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord ? Ham. Doft thou think, Alexander look'd o' this tfliion i' the earth ? Hor. E'en fo. Ham. And fmelt... | |
 | John Walker - 1799 - 438 Seiten
...•were wont to fet the table on a 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 thick, to this favour (he muft come ; make her laugh at that. — Ibid. Hamlet. Pity Jor the objeft beloved. Poor lord! is't... | |
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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... 
