 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 484 str.
...head once. This same scull, sir, was Yorick's scull,5 the king's jester. Ham. This? [Takes the Scull. 1 Clo. E'en that. Ham. Alas, poor Yorick! — I knew...the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning?s quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber,7 and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 476 str.
...head once. This same scull, sir, was Yorick's scull,a the king's jester. Ham. This? [Takes the Scuff, 1 Clo. E'en that. Ham. Alas, poor Yorick! — I knew...the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning?6 quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber,7 and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 314 str.
...jester, falls into very pleasing reflections, and cries out to his companion, ' Alas, poor Yorick 1 I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of...this favour she must come. Make her laugh at that.' It is an insolence natural to the wealthy, to affix as much as in them lies, the character of a man... | |
 | Joseph Addison, Sir Richard Steele - 1810 - 314 str.
...head of the king's jester, falls into very plea~ sing reflections, and cries out to his companion, ' Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow...own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my la> dy's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come. Make her... | |
 | John Walker - 1810 - 394 str.
...to wait upon thy foes, And crossly to thy good all fortune goes. IbtJ. Pity far a departed Friend. Alas ! Poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow...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... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 316 str.
...a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand limes: and now how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my...an inch thick, to this favour she must come. Make h<T laugh at that.' It is an insolence natural to the wealthy, to affix as much as in them lies, the... | |
 | Joseph Addison, Sir Richard Steele - 1810 - 348 str.
...he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now bow abhorred in my imagination is it ! now, my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 414 str.
...the University of Wittenberg. The Poet in the rh act forgo: what he wrote in the first. BLACKSTONE. abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 420 str.
...jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how and _. the abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises...now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen i now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must... | |
 | Robert Deverell - 1813 - 350 str.
...gibes now? your gambols ? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? not one now to mock your own grinning? quite...this favour she must come; make her laugh at that — Pr'ythpe Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that my Lord ? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander... | |
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Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed... 
