 | William Shakespeare - 1771 - 382 halaman
...Where be your gibes now ; your gambols; your fongs : your flalhes ot merriment that were wont to fet the table in a roar ? not one now, to mock your own...now get you to my Lady's chamber, and tell her, let htr paint an inch thick, to this favour fhe muft come: make her laugh at that IVythee, Horatio, tell... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1772 - 370 halaman
...Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs ? your flafhes of merriment, that were wont to fet the table in a roar? not one now to mock your own...to my Lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint art inch thick, to this favour {he tnufl come; make her laugh at that^ Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 522 halaman
...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 gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merrfment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1790 - 558 halaman
...now ? your gambols ? your fongs ? 55 your flafhes of merriment, that were wont to fet the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ?...quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, »nd tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour (he muft come ; make her laugh at tliat.... | |
 | 502 halaman
...gentlemen from top to toe" ? How bright their noon of life ! how light-hearted they went their ways ! " Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs...the table in a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own jeering ? Quite chap-fallen ? " Mark the feverish eagerness with which they pursue a purposeless end... | |
 | 1795 - 432 halaman
...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...flashes of merriment, that 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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1798 - 478 halaman
...gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs ? your flafhes of merriment, that were wont to fet the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chapfallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamttr, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour fhe muft come ; make her laugh at... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1802 - 314 halaman
...times: and now how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes...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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 446 halaman
...and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes...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,... | |
 | 1803 - 376 halaman
...times: and now how abhorred in my imagination is it ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes...flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar ! Not one now to mock your own grinning.? quite chop-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
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Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? 
