 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1824 - Страниц: 428
...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 her paint an inch thick, to this favour* she must come; make her laugh at that. Grave-digger. E'en that. OPHELIA'S INTERMENT. Lay her i' the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - Страниц: 512
...were wont to set the table oo 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 her paint an inch thick, to this favour1 she must come - make her laugh at that Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that,... | |
 | S-l J-n - 1825 - Страниц: 318
...wealth which had so little power of securing the man before him from helplessness and the grave. " Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come." But a voice from the grave would scarcely have impeded his haughty heart in the pursuit... | |
 | John Bull - 1825 - Страниц: 782
...were wont to bet the table on a roar Î Not one now, to mock your own grinning t quite chapfallen ? 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. THK BKÏWER AND MOHO. A brewer in a courtry town Had got a... | |
 | 1825 - Страниц: 298
...little power of securing the man before him from helplessness and the grave. " Now get you to my ladv's chamber, and tell her let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must But a voice from the grave would scarcely have impeded his haughty heart in the pursuit of... | |
 | Reuben Percy - 1826 - Страниц: 380
...turn away his eyes, but cannot ; he stays against his will, and is chained against his inclination. " Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this complexion she roust come at last." ZOPYRUS. The Persians, for the space of eighteen months, bad done... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - Страниц: 540
...you to my lady's chamber 23 , and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour 24 she must come; make her laugh at that.—'Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think, Alexander look'd o'this fashion i'the earth ? Hor. E'en so. Ham. And smelt... | |
 | 1827 - Страниц: 412
...that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now to mock your own grinning ? quite chapfallen ? 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.' It is an insolence natural to the wealthy, to affix, as much... | |
 | Augustus Bozzi Granville - 1828 - Страниц: 806
...; chapless and knocked about the mazzard" by every irreverent doctor. " Here's fine revolution !" " Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come, — Pray, my dear Sir, I asked the Professor, still holding the skull in my hand, and... | |
 | 1828 - Страниц: 70
...to set the table in a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get yon 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. HORATIO. 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... 
