 | 1831 - 232 Seiten
...adaptation is that by JP Kemble, brought out at Drury-Lane in 1800, and at Covent-Garden in 1804. f Hamlet. Alas ! poor Yorick ! — I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow...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... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1832 - 428 Seiten
...mouth is open, the eyebrows are drawn down, and the features contracted or drawn together. EXAMPLE. ALAS ! poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow...roar ? Not one now to mock your own grinning ? Quite chop-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this... | |
 | Samuel Kirkham - 1834 - 360 Seiten
...skull'! My gorge rises at it'. Here hung those lips that I have kissed', I know not how oft'. Where are your gibes',* now'? your gambols'? your songs'? your...Now get you to my lady's chamber', and tell her', if she paint an inch thick', yet to this favourf she must come.' Note. In order to promote the attainment... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 534 Seiten
...say. Ham. How strangely ? 1 Clo. 'Faith, e'en with losing his wits. Ham. Upon what ground ? 1 Clo. Why, here in Denmark. I have been sexton here, man...on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning f ' quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,2 and tell her, let her paint an inch thick,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 624 Seiten
...scull, the king's jester. Ham. This? [Takes the scull. 1 Clo. E'en that. Ham. Alas, poorYorick! — I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of...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. Hor. What's... | |
 | Joseph Addison - 1837 - 478 Seiten
...the head of the king's jester, falls into very pleasing reflection, and cries out to his companion, 'Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow...Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let lier paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come. Make her laugh at that.' It is an insolence... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 522 Seiten
...it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I hare kissed I know not how oft. Where ne your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour1 she mustcome ; make her laugh at that. Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 536 Seiten
...they say. Ham. How strangely ? 1 Clo. 'Faith, e'en with losing his wits. Ham. Upon what ground? 1 Clo. Why, here in Denmark. I have been sexton here, man...on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? 1 quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,2 and tell her, let her paint an inch thick,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 530 Seiten
...great while ; and your water is a sore decayer of your whoreson dead body. Here's a skull now hath lab you i' the earth three-andtwenty years. Ham. Whose...on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? 1 quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,2 and tell her, let her paint an inch thick,... | |
 | Samuel Kirkham - 1839 - 362 Seiten
...scull'! My gorge rises at it'. Here hung those lips that I have kissed', I know not how oft'. Where are your gibes',* now'? your gambols'? your songs'? your...chap-fallen'? Now get you to my lady's chamber', and tell Tier', if she paint an inch thick', yet to this favourf she must come.' Note. In order to promote the... | |
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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... 
