 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 558 pages
...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?...tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour 5 she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - Theater - 1823 - 490 pages
...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...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favouri she must comer make her laugh at that. Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell ma one thing. Hor. What's that,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 370 pages
...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...laugh at that. Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. HOT. What's that, my lord ? Ham. Dost thou think, Alexander looked o'this fashion i'the earth ? Hor.... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - Fore-edge painting - 1824 - 428 pages
...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?...this favour* she must come; make her laugh at that. Grave-digger. E'en that. OPHELIA'S INTERMENT. Lay her i' the earth;— And from her fair and unpolluted... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 512 pages
...gibe* now ? your gambols ? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table oo a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour1 she must come - make her laugh at that Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that,... | |
 | 1824 - 494 pages
...reliqua. OBITUARY NOTICE. " Alas, poor Yorick ! — a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy." " Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let...paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come." JOB COOK is no more ; and, what is still worse, Job Ceok's nephew has, in conjunction with faithful... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 512 pages
...quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady' chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, t< this favour' she must come ; make her laugh at that...Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord ? I I'im. Dost thou think, Alexander looked o'this fashion i'the earth ? Hor. E'en so. Ham. And smelt... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 486 pages
...were went to set the table on a roar ? Not one, now, to mock y ou r 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 muât come : make her laugh at that. — Pr*ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - English drama - 1824 - 486 pages
...be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs? your Hashes of merriment, that 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... | |
 | John Bull - English wit and humor - 1825 - 782 pages
...of merriment, that were wont to bet the table on a roar Î Not one now, to mock your own grinning t quite chapfallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,...this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. THK BKÏWER AND MOHO. A brewer in a courtry town Had got a monstrous reputation ; No other beer but... | |
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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... 
