 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - Počet stránok 414
...roar ? not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen 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'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - Počet stránok 420
...roar ? not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen i 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'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that,... | |
 | Robert Deverell - 1813 - Počet stránok 350
...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 she must come; make her laugh at that — Pr'ythpe Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that my... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1814 - Počet stránok 528
...roar ? Not one uow, 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 she must come; make her langh at that. Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - Počet stránok 378
...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 ' she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'y thee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What 's that,... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1819 - Počet stránok 448
...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 she must come ; make her laugh at that. Shakespeare's Hamlet. 7. — Hope. HOPE erects and brightens... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - Počet stránok 502
...Not one now, to mock your own * peering ?* quite chap-fallen ? 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. Prythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. HOR. What's that, my lord... | |
 | Albert Picket - 1820 - Počet stránok 314
...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 she must come; make her laugh at that. Hope. O HOFE, sweet flatterer, whose delusive touch Sheds on... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1896 - Počet stránok 616
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - Počet stránok 558
...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 5 she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that,... | |
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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... 
