 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...  Development of English Literature and Language - Seite 387von Alfred Hix Welsh - 1882Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | William Shakespeare - 1733 - 520 Seiten
...how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rifes at it. Here hung thofe lips, that I have kifs'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs ? your flames of merriment, that were wont to fet the table in a roar ? not one now, to mock... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1745 - 574 Seiten
...how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rifes at it. Here hung thole lips that I have kifs'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs ? your flafhes of merriment that were wont to fet the table in a roar ? not one now, to mock... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 540 Seiten
...gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs- ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to fet the tabk in a roar ? not one. now, to mock your own grinning ?...chap-fallen.? now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour fhe muft come ? make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio^... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1767 - 484 Seiten
...rlafnes of merrimentj that were wont to/et ifee. table in a roar? iptLOnenow, to mock your^own grinning ? grinning? quite chap-fallen .' now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to • this favour fhe muft come ; make her laugh at that— Pr'ythee,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1770 - 956 Seiten
...abhorred * b in my imagination c it is d ! my gorge rifes at it. Here hung thofe lips, that I have kifs'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols, your fongs, your flafhes of merriment, that were wont to fet the table e on a roar ? f Not one now to mock... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1771 - 382 Seiten
...how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rifes at it. Here hung thofe lips that I have kifs'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ; your gambols; your fongs : your flalhes ot merriment that were wont to fet the table in a roar ? not one now, to mock... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1772 - 370 Seiten
...how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rifes at it. Here hung thofe lips that I have killed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs ? your flafhes of merriment, that were wont to fet the table in a roar? not one now to mock your... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 630 Seiten
...how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge riics at it. Here hung thofe lips, that I have kifs'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs ? your flames of merriment, that were wont to let the table in a roar ? not one now, to mock... | |
 | 1778 - 342 Seiten
...afa' horred in my imagination is it ! my gorge rifes at it. 4 Here hung thofe lips that 1 have kiffed I know not * how oft. Where be your gibes now, your gambols, * your fongs, your flafhes of n.erriment that were wont 4 to fet the table on a roar F Not one now to mock... | |
 | Andrew Becket - 1787 - 494 Seiten
...Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs ? your flafhes of merriment, that were wont to fet the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own...? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour {he muft come; make her laugh at that. Hamlet, A. 5, S.... | |
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