 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...  The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare - Strana 337autor/autoři: William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | William Shakespeare - 1873 - 168 str.
...skull, the king's jester. HAM. This? 200 FIRST CLO. E'en that. HAM. Let me see. [Takes the skull.} Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow...flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1874 - 626 str.
...fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is!b my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I...merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not f one now, to mock your own grinning ? t quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1874 - 260 str.
...the king's jester. Hamlet. This ? First Clown. E'en that. 172 Hamlet. Let me see. [Takes the s&ull.] 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1874 - 646 str.
...jester. Ham. This? I Clo. E'en that. Ham. Let me see. — [Tahes the sculi.] Alas, poor Vorick ! — it. Pan. I speak no more than truth. Tro. Thou dost...speak so much. Pan. 'Faith, I 'll not meddle in 't. chnp-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1874 - 240 str.
...knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : He hath borne me on his hack a thousand times ; and now how abhorred in my imagination...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour8 she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What... | |
 | Public school series - 1874 - 408 str.
...excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now how abhorred my imagination is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1874 - 260 str.
...how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have ksssed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your...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 - 1980 - 388 str.
...poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio. A fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath bore me on his back a thousand times. And now how abhorred...roar ? Not one now to mock your own grinning ? Quite chop-fallen ? Now get 190 you to my lady's table and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this... | |
 | Phoebe S. Spinrad - 1987 - 346 str.
...mixture of regret, fear, laughter, and disgust: Hamlet: Alas, poor Yorick! 3 1 knew him, Horatio—a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy....set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your grinning? Quite chopfallenf Now get you to my lady's chamber and tell her, let her paint an inch thick,... | |
 | Jerry Blunt - 1990 - 232 str.
...gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your jibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment,...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favor she must come. Make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. ...Dost thou think... | |
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