 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 540 Seiten
...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 ? quite chap-fallen.?...tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour fhe muft come ? make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio^ tell me one thing. Hor. Wrhat's that,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 630 Seiten
...? your gambols ? your fongs ? your flames of merriment, that were wont to let the table in a roar ? not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chapfallen...tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour me muil come; make her laugh at that.—Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Her. What's that, my... | |
 | Andrew Becket - 1787 - 494 Seiten
...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 grinning? quite chap-fallen...tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour {he muft come; make her laugh at that. Hamlet, A. 5, S. i. M IN D. My heart's fubdu'd Even to the very... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 522 Seiten
...were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chapfallen f Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let...this favour she must come; make her laugh at that.— <• Pr'ytbee, Horatio, tell me one thing. ; Hor. What's that, my lord ? zoo Ham. Dost thou think,... | |
 | 1795 - 432 Seiten
...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...thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that.—Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing ? Horatio. What's that, my lord ? Hamlet. Dost thou think... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 304 Seiten
...? your gambols? yourfongs? your flafties of merriment, that were wont to fet the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen?...tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour (he muft come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Her. What's that,... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1802 - 314 Seiten
...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?...this favour she must come. Make her laugh at that.' It is an insolence natural to the wealthy, to affix, as much as in them lies, the character of a man... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 446 Seiten
...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...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour4 she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'y thee, Horatio, tell me one thing. liar. What's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 Seiten
...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?...that, my lord ? Ham. Dost thou think, Alexander look'd o' this fashion i'the earth? Hor. E'en so. Ham. And smelt so? pah! \Thrmcs down the scull. Hor. E'en... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 Seiten
...? 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...What's that, my lord ? Ham. Dost thou think, Alexander looked o'this fashion i'the earth? Hor. E'en so. Ham. And smelt so ? pah! [Throws down the Scull. Hor.... | |
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... 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 gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not... 
