 | Thomas Ewing - 1832 - 428 pàgines
...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, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. SHAKSPEARE'S Hamlet. 7- — HOPE. HOPE erects and brightens... | |
 | Francis Douce - 1833 - 406 pàgines
...some such print or painting, Hamlet, holding a scull in his hand, evidently alludes in Act v. Sc. 1. "Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come." A print of the tree of knowledge, the serpent holding the apple in his mouth. Below,... | |
 | R. B. Hardy - 1834 - 142 pàgines
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 | 1871 - 340 pàgines
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 | Woman - 1835 - 758 pàgines
...stolen away every thing that nature can afford, — yet must she travel the same road with us all. " Get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; — In Nature's happiest mould, however cast, To one complexion them must turn at last.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 624 pàgines
...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,...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 that,... | |
 | Patrick Fraser Tytler - 1837 - 510 pàgines
...Knox, p. 361. * Knox, p. S6l. " He merrily said." The speech is in the very vein of Hamlet. " Get ye to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come — Make her laugh at that." of Dun came out of the Queen's cabinet, and requested him... | |
 | Joseph Addison - 1837 - 478 pàgines
...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, and tell her, let lier paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come. Make her laugh at that.' It is an insolence... | |
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I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your 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, and... 
