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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... "
The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: With a Life of the Poet, and ... - Σελίδα 561
των William Shakespeare - 1851
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...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...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come. Make her laugh at that.' It is an insolence natural to the wealthy, to affix,...

The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text ..., Τόμος 10

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...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...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. What's...

The Spectator ...

Joseph Addison - 1803
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William Shakespeare - 1804
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The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the ..., Τόμος 10

William Shakespeare - 1805
...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...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...

The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text ..., Τόμος 9

William Shakespeare - 1805
...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...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. What's...

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...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...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...




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