 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1790 - 558 pages
...your gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs ? 55 your flafhes of merriment, that were wont to fet the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning...quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, »nd tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour (he muft come ; make her laugh at tliat.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1790 - 666 pages
...be your gibes now ? your gambols I your fongs .' your flames of merriment, that 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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - English drama - 1793 - 696 pages
...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 fo ? pah... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 728 pages
...be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs ? your rlafhes of merriment, that were wont to fet the table on a 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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 682 pages
...be your gibes now? your gambols? your fongs ? your flafhes of merriment, that were wont to fet the table on a 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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - English drama - 1793 - 690 pages
...be your gibes now? your gambols? your fongs ? your flafhes of merriment, that were wont to fet the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? c; quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,1 and tell her, let her paint an inch thick,... | |
 | Civil rights - 1795 - 432 pages
...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 fall'n ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1798 - 478 pages
...be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs ? your flafhes of merriment, that were wont to fet the table on a 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 favour fhe muft come ; make her laugh at... | |
 | John Walker - Elocution - 1799 - 438 pages
...your gibes now ? Your gambols ? Your fongs ? Your flames of merriment, that •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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 304 pages
...be your gibes now ? your gambols? yourfongs? your flafties of merriment, that were wont to fet the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning...tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour (he muft come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Her. What's that,... | |
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... abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed 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... 
