 | William Shakespeare - 1709 - 598 psl.
...a Roar ? No one now to mock your own Jeering? Quite chop fall'n? 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. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thi;-g. Hor. What's that, my Lord?... | |
 | 1729 - 320 psl.
...Roar : No one new to mock your own Jeering! : quite'Chop-fallen. Now get you to my Lady's Chamber, and tell her, Let her paint an Inch thick, to this favour flie muft come. Make her laugh at that.. IT is an Infolence natural to the Wealthy, toaffix, as much... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1733 - 520 psl.
...roar ? not one now, to mock your own grjnning ? quite chap-fallen ? now get you to my lady's. chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour (he muft comes make her laugh at thai— — Pr'ythee, Heratio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1745 - 574 psl.
...roar ? not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen f now get you to my Lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour fhe mufl come ; make her laugh at that — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hot: What's that,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 540 psl.
...roar ? not one. now, to mock your own 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, Horatio^ tell me one thing. Hor. Wrhat's that,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1767 - 484 psl.
...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, Horatio, tell me one thing. Ham. Doll thou think,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1768 - 390 psl.
[ Atsiprašome, šio puslapio turinio peržiūra yra ribojama ] | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1768 - 462 psl.
...roar? not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap fallen? now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour me muft come; make her laugh at that—Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my tord? Ham. Doft thou think, Alexander... | |
 | 1771 - 662 psl.
...a rear? Net one naiu to meek your grinning ! quite с h.ap- fallen ! get ye ta my Lady's ckan-.tir, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour jhe muß come at laß. SHAKESPEARE. IT is a thought which occurs very common to all mankind, that they... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 630 psl.
...roar ? not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chapfallen ? now get you to my lady's chamber, and 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 lord... | |
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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 one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let... 
