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 - Page 337by William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830Full view - About this book
| Robert Joseph Sullivan - 1850 - 524 pages
...whose high will we bound our calm contents. Richard If. xi. — PITY FOR A DEPARTED FRIEND. ALAS 1 poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite...roar ? Not one now to mock your own grinning? Quite chopfallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1851 - 712 pages
...head once. This same skull, sir, was Yorick's skull, the king's jester. Ham. This? " [Takes the skull 1 Clo. E'en that. Ham. Alas, poor Yorick ! — I knew...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favor she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Trythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1851 - 532 pages
...head once. This same skull, sir, was Yorick's skull, the king's jester. Ham. This ? [Takes the skulL 1 Clo. E'en that. Ham. Alas, poor Yorick !— I knew...grinning ? ] quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,2 and tell her> let her paint an inch thick, to this favor 3 she must come ; make her laugh... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1851 - 602 pages
...head once. This same skull, sir, was Yorick's skull, the king's jester. Ham. This ? [Takes the skull. 1 Clo. E'en that. Ham. Alas, poor Yorick ! — I knew...grinning ? ' quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,9 and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favor3 she must come ; make her laugh... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1851 - 544 pages
...be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont Ham. Why? to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favor3 she must come ; make her laugh at that. — 'Prythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1852 - 570 pages
...and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Herehung those lips, thatlhavo kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now?...now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Ntfw* get1 you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour* she... | |
| William Herbert - 1853 - 234 pages
...he hath borne me on his back a thousand times : and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! — Here hung those lips, that I have kissed, I know not...roar ? not one now, to mock your own grinning ? Quite chapfall'n ! Now get to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this complexion... | |
| Spectator The - 1853 - 560 pages
...ho\v abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed 1 know not how oft. Where be your gibes now, your gambols,...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... | |
| Alexander Reid - 1854 - 154 pages
...a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not...flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? EXERCISES. 1. I cannot but imagine the virtuous heroes, legislators, and patriots of every... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1856 - 824 pages
...excellent fancy: he hath borne •me on hia 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 jeer• ing? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
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