 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 414 psl.
...were wont to set the table on a 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 she must come ; make her laugh at that. Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that,... | |
 | Elegant extracts - 1812 - 314 psl.
...that were wont to set the table in 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 savour she must come; make her laugh at that Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. HoT. What's... | |
 | Robert Deverell - 1813 - 350 psl.
...that were wont to set the table in 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 she must come; make her laugh at that Pr'ythpe Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that my... | |
 | Robert Deverell - 1813 - 666 psl.
...were wont to set the table in 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 she must come ; make her laugh at that Pr'ythee Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that my... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1814 - 528 psl.
...that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one uow, 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 she must come; make her langh at that. Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 376 psl.
...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 her paint an inch thick, to this favour ' she must come ; make her laugh at that. Pr'y thee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What 's that,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 348 psl.
...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 her paint an inch thick, to thii favour she must come ; make her laugh at that.Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - 502 psl.
...were wont to set ike table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own * peering ?* quite chap-fallen ? 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. Prythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. HOR. What's that, my lord... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1819 - 448 psl.
...were wont to set 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 she must come ; make her laugh at that. Shakespeare's Hamlet. 7. Hope. HOPE erects and brightens... | |
 | Albert Picket - 1820 - 314 psl.
...were wont to set 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 she must come; make her laugh at that. Hope. O HOFE, sweet flatterer, whose delusive touch Sheds on... | |
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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... 
