 Alas! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know...  The Spectator ... - Side 3491803Fuld visning - Om denne bog
 | Francis Douce - 1807 - 528 sider
...of the king of Denmark contemporary with Hamlet, according to Saxo Grammaticus. Sc. 1. p. 311. HAM. Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let...this favour she must come; make her laugh at that. There is good reason for supposing that Shakspeare borrowed this thought from some print or picture... | |
 | Francis Douce - 1807 - 540 sider
...of the king of Denmark contemporary with Hamlet, according to Saxo Grammaticus. Sc. 1. p. 311. HAM. Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let...this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. There is good reason for supposing that Shakspeare borrowed this thought from some print or picture... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 584 sider
...gibes now ? your gambols ? your sougs 40 43 Ho- 50 ,-our flashes of merriment, that were wont to set he my lord, the queen. Iras. Go to him, madam, speak to him ; He is unquality'd with very o my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint 5 an inch thick, to this favour she must come; iiakc... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 416 sider
...those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft ; and now, how abhorr'd in my imagination it is ! Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs?...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 favour... | |
 | Elizabeth Inchbald - 1808 - 418 sider
...hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft; and now, how abhorr'd in my imagination it is! Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs?...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... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1808 - 342 sider
...abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at h. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now, your gambols, your...your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the tabfe on a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 484 sider
...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...the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning?s quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber,7 and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 476 sider
...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...the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning?6 quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber,7 and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 470 sider
...Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where he your gihes now ? your gamhols ? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the tahle on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning?s quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 316 sider
...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...an inch thick, to this favour she must come. Make h<T laugh at that.' It is an insolence natural to the wealthy, to affix as much as in them lies, the... | |
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