 | William Shakespeare - 1745 - 574 Seiten
...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 grinning ? quite chap-fallen f now get you to my Lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour fhe mufl... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 540 Seiten
...gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs- ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to fet the tabk in 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 her paint an inch thick, to this favour fhe muft... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1772 - 370 Seiten
...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 grinning? quite chap-fallen ! now get you to my Lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint art inch thick, to this favour {he... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 630 Seiten
...gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs ? your flames of merriment, that were wont to let the table in a roar ? not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chapfallen ? now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour me muil... | |
 | Andrew Becket - 1787 - 494 Seiten
...Where be your 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 chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour {he muft... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 522 Seiten
...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 Seiten
...be your gibes 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1790 - 666 Seiten
...Where be your gibes now ? your gambols I your fongs .' your flames of merriment, that were wont to fet the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning * f quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber', and tell her, let her paint an inch thick,... | |
 | 502 Seiten
...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...flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own jeering ? Quite chap-fallen ? " Mark the feverish eagerness... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 682 Seiten
...Where be your 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 ? 9 quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,1 and tell her, let her paint an inch thick,... | |
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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? 
