 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 348 pages
...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 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... | |
 | James Ferguson - 1819 - 310 pages
...flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? quite chapfallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,...tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come. Make her laugh at that.' It is an insolence natural to the wealthy, to affix, as much... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - 502 pages
...of merriment, that 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,...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 pages
...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 pages
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1820 - 512 pages
...of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own jeering ?* quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my ^ lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thickj to this favour "she must come} make her laugh at that. Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 560 pages
...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 her paint an inch * First folio, Here's a scull now, this scull. f First folio, Let me see. Alas, &c. « — Yorick's... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1896 - 616 pages
...face and you make yourselves another ' ; and, moralising over the skull of ' poor Yorick,' he says, ' Get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick : to this favour she must come.' Bassanio, commenting on the caskets, reflects that the ' crisped snaky golden locks... | |
 | British essayists - 1823 - 924 pages
...flashes of merriment ? that were wont'to set the table on a roar. Notone now to mock your own grinning : quite chapfallen. Now get you to my lady's chamber,...tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come. Make her laugh at that.' It is an insolence natural to the wealthy, to affix, as much... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 558 pages
...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,...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,... | |
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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 one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and... 
