 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 522 strani
...Rhenish on my head once. Thi» same scull, sir, was Yorick's scull, the king's jester.v Ham. This? Clown. E'en that. . ; Ham. Alas, poor Yorick! — I knew...borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorr'd in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1802 - 314 strani
...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...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 446 strani
...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...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,... | |
 | 1803 - 420 strani
...jester, falls into very pleasing reflections, and cries out to his companion, 1 See N° 358, and 370. ' Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow...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... | |
 | 1803 - 376 strani
...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...thousand 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 strani
...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...borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorr'd in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 strani
...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...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 strani
...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...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 420 strani
...once. This same scull, sir, was Yorick's scull, the king's jester. Ham. This ? [Takes the scull. I Clo. E'en that. Ham. Alas, poor Yorick! — I knew...borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorr'd in my imagination it is ! my gorge risei at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 374 strani
...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...rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed 1 know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment,... | |
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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... 
