 | Edmund Burke - 1774 - 600 psl.
...turn away his eyes, but cannot. He flays again ft his will, and is chained againft his inclination. " Now get you to my lady's " chamber, and tell her, let her " paint an inch thick, to this fa" vour flic mutt come." A Letter from the Cauntefs of Pomfret, to the Countefs of Hertford, afterwards... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1778 - 90 psl.
...not a curt as well as another man, a plague on my bringing up 1 Hen. IV. Part I. AQ. II. Lady Ail *. Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this complexion flic jnuft come at laft 1 Hamltt, Aft V. Lord M~K£i iiT-ir -t;Did I not fellow^?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1780 - 288 psl.
...table in a rour ? Not one now to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fall'n? Now get you to my l.-idy's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour, to this complexion (lie mull come ; make her lau^h at that. SCENE- II. d fpothfs Fir gin luried. (38)... | |
 | Andrew Becket - 1787 - 494 psl.
...were wont to fet 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 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 psl.
...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 her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that. < Pr'ytbee, Horatio, tell me one thing. ; Hor. What's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1790 - 666 psl.
...were wont to fet the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning * f quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber', and tell her, let...thick, to this favour* me muft come ; make her laugh at that. Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. HOT. What's that, my lord? Ham. Doft thou think, Alexaader... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 690 psl.
...Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? c; quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,1 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 lord ? HAM. Doft thou think, Alexander... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 682 psl.
...? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? 9 quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,1 and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour' me muftcome; make her laugh at that. Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. HOR. What's that, my lord... | |
 | 1795 - 432 psl.
...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 her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that.Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing ? Horatio. What's that,... | |
 | John Walker - 1799 - 438 psl.
...were wont to fet the table on a 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 favour (he muft come ; make her laugh at that. Ibid. Hamlet. Pity Jor the objeft beloved. Poor lord! is't... | |
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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... 
