 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 512 páginas
...gibe* now ? your gambols ? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table oo a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite...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,... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1824 - 486 páginas
...abhorr'd in my imagination it is ! Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs? your Hashes 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 - 1826 - 540 páginas
...how 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...on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning 42 ? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber 23 , and tell her, let her paint an inch thick,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 554 páginas
...imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. WheVe be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your...the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own fjrinning*2 ? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber23, and tell her, let her paint an... | |
 | 1826 - 508 páginas
...excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times. Here hang those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your...flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to ray lady's chamber,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1827 - 362 páginas
...how 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...Now get you to my lady's chamber,, and tell her, let * Orchis mono mat. •* t ieentious. t Insensible, Her paint an inch thick, to this favour* she must... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1827 - 658 páginas
...how 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...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 ner... | |
 | William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829 - 542 páginas
...how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at iu Here hung those lips, that I hare kissed I know not how oft. • Where be your gibes now ?...own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to mv lady's chamber, and tell her, lether paint an inch thick, to this favour1 she must come ; make her... | |
 | 1831 - 232 páginas
...how 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...now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chapfallen? Act 5. Sc. I. H'jratio. O yes, my lord ; he wore his beaver up. Hamlet. What, look'd he frowningly... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 528 páginas
...is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, : that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where oe your gibes now ? your gambols? your songs? your flashes...wont to set the table - on a roar? Not one now, to aiock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to mv lady's г chamber, and tell her, let... | |
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Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? 
