 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 446 pages
...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...chamber, 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.... | |
 | English literature - 1803 - 376 pages
...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... | |
 | English essays - 1803 - 420 pages
...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...it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know nst how oft. Where be your gibes now, your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merriment that were... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 pages
...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...chamber, and tell 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. Hor. What's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 pages
...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...chamber, 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.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 pages
...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...chamber, and tell 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. Hor.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 420 pages
...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...chamber, and tell 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. Hor. What's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 374 pages
...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...chamber, and tell 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. Hor.... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - English essays - 1808 - 342 pages
...me on his back a thousand times: and now hot* abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at h. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not...your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the tabfe on a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - English drama - 1808 - 416 pages
...those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft ; and now, how abhorr'd in my imagination it is ! Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs?...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... | |
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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... 
