| William Shakespeare - 1709 - عدد الصفحات: 598
...that were wont to kt the Table on 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 - عدد الصفحات: 320
...that were wont to jet the Tableon a 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 - عدد الصفحات: 520
...of merriment, that were wont to fet the table in a roar ? not one now, to mock your own grjnning ? quite chap-fallen ? now get you to my lady's. chamber,...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 - عدد الصفحات: 574
...your gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs ? your flafhes of merriment that were wont to fet the table in 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 fhe mufl... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1765 - عدد الصفحات: 540
...to, fet the table in a roar ? nqt one now*, to mock your own grinning ? quite,, chap-fallen,? nov»;, get you to my lady's chamber, and. tell her, le.t her paint an, inc,h thickj to this, favour fhe, mu^ cpmft? make her laugh at that.—Pr'ythee^ Horatio, tell,nae one thing.... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1768 - عدد الصفحات: 462
...that were wont to fet 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 me muft come; make her laugh at that—Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my tord?... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1771 - عدد الصفحات: 382
...your gibes now ; your gambols; your fongs : your flalhes ot merriment that were wont to fet the table in a roar ? not one now, to mock your own grinning...now get you to my Lady's chamber, and tell her, let htr paint an inch thick, to this favour fhe muft come: make her laugh at that IVythee, Horatio, tell... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1772 - عدد الصفحات: 370
...gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs ? your flafhes of merriment, that were wont to fet the table in a roar? not one now to mock your own grinning?...to my Lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint art inch thick, to this favour {he tnufl come; make her laugh at that^ Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1773 - عدد الصفحات: 630
...your gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs ? your flames of merriment, that were wont to let the table in a roar ? not one now, to mock your own grinning...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... | |
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