 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 490 str.
...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 this favouri she must comer make her laugh at that. Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell ma one thing. Hor. What's that,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1824 - 428 str.
...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,...her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour* she must come; make her laugh at that. Grave-digger. E'en that. OPHELIA'S INTERMENT. Lay her i' the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 370 str.
...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,...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. HOT. What's that, my... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 512 str.
...flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table oo 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 favour1 she must come - make her laugh at that Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that,... | |
 | 1824 - 494 str.
...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 her 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... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1824 - 486 str.
...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 favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Tr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 486 str.
...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,... | |
 | John Bull - 1825 - 782 str.
...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,...tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. THK BKÏWER AND MOHO. A brewer in a courtry town Had got a... | |
 | S-l J-n - 1825 - 318 str.
...wealth which had so little power of securing the man before him from helplessness and the grave. " Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come." But a voice from the grave would scarcely have impeded his haughty heart in the pursuit... | |
 | 1825 - 298 str.
...little power of securing the man before him from helplessness and the grave. " Now get you to my ladv's chamber, and tell her let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must But a voice from the grave would scarcely have impeded his haughty heart in the pursuit of... | |
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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... 
