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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... "
The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, from the text of Johnson, Stevens ... - Page 453
by William Shakespeare - 1851
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The Manual of Liberty: Or, Testimonies in Behalf of the Rights of Mankind ...

Civil rights - 1795 - 406 pages
...how abhorr'd in my imagination it is! my gorge rises aj: it. Here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your...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...
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The British Essayists: The Spectator

Alexander Chalmers - English essays - 1802
...head of the king's jester, falls into very pleasing reflections, and cries out to his companion, ' Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow...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...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the ..., Volume 10

William Shakespeare - 1803
...scull, the king's jester. Ham. This? [Tote the Scull. 1 Clo, E'en that. Ham. Alas! poorYorick! — 1 knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour4 she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'y thee, Horatio, tell me one thing. liar. What's...
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The Spectator ...

Joseph Addison - English essays - 1803
...in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know nst how oft. Where be your gibes now, your gambols, your...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...
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Select British Classics, Volume 16

English literature - 1803
...fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times: and now how abhorred in my imagination is it ! 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 think, to this favour...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare, Volume 8

William Shakespeare - 1804
...how abhorr'd in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your...this favour she must come; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord ? Ham. Dost thou think, Alexander...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the ..., Volume 10

William Shakespeare - 1805
...head once. This same scull, sir, was Yorick's scull, the king's jester. Ham. This? [Takes the scull. 1 Clo. E'en that. Ham. Alas, poor Yorick ! — I knew...this favour* she must come; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord ? Ham. Dost thou think, Alexander...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text ..., Volume 9

William Shakespeare - 1805
...head once. This same scull, sir, was Yorick's scull, the king's jester. Ham. This ? [Takes the scull. 1 Clo. E'en that. Ham. Alas, poor Yorick ! — I knew...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour5 she must come; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Issue 14

William Shakespeare - 1806
...how abhorr'd in my imagination it is ! my gorge risei at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your...this favour she must come; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord ? Hum. Dost thou think, Alexander...
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The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson ..., Volume 6

William Shakespeare - 1807
...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...this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord ? Ham. Dost thou think, Alexander...
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