 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 348 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...chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to thii favour she must come ; make her laugh at that.—Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - Drama - 1819 - 502 pages
...of merriment, that were wont to set ike table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own * peering ?* quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my * lady's chamber,...that, my lord ? HAM. Dost thou think, Alexander looked o'this fashion i'the earth ? HOR. E'en so. HAM. And smelt so ? pah ! [Throws down the Scull. HOR. E'en... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - Elocution - 1819 - 448 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 chop-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1820 - 512 pages
...of merriment, that were wont to set 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 thickj to this favour "she must come} make her laugh at that. Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing.... | |
 | Albert Picket - American literature - 1820 - 314 pages
...be your gibes now? Tour gambols ? Your songs? Yoor Sashes of merriment, .that were wont to set 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 - 1821 - 560 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...lady's chamber*, and tell her, let her paint an inch * First folio, Here's a scull now, this scull. f First folio, Let me see. Alas, &c. « — Yorick's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 558 pages
...which all the editors have adopted. 1 doubt concerning its propriety. MALONS. thick, to this favour3 she must come; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee,...Horatio, tell me one thing. HOR. What's that, my lord ? H.IM. Dost thou think, Alexander looked o'this fashion i'the earth ? HOR. E en so. H.IM. And smelt... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 588 pages
...Where he your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? yourflashes of merriment, that were wont to set 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 ner, let her paint an inch thick, to... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - English literature - 1896 - 616 pages
...face and you make yourselves another ' ; and, moralising over the skull of ' poor Yorick,' he says, ' Get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her...paint an inch thick : to this favour she must come.' Bassanio, commenting on the caskets, reflects that the ' crisped snaky golden locks ' arc often known... | |
 | British essayists - 1823 - 924 pages
...gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment ? that were wont'to set the table on a roar. Notone now to mock your own grinning : quite chapfallen....this favour she must come. Make her laugh at that.' It is an insolence natural to the wealthy, to affix, as much as in them lies, the character of a man... | |
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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... 
