The Handy-volume Shakspeare, Zväzok 13Bradbury, Agnew, and Company, 1866 |
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... deed , Confounds us . - Hark ! —I laid their daggers ready , He could not miss them . Had he not resembled My father as he slept I had done't - My hus- band ! Enter MACBETH . Macb . I have done the deed SC . II . 25 MACBETH . SCENE II ...
... deed , Confounds us . - Hark ! —I laid their daggers ready , He could not miss them . Had he not resembled My father as he slept I had done't - My hus- band ! Enter MACBETH . Macb . I have done the deed SC . II . 25 MACBETH . SCENE II ...
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... deed : How easy is it then ! Your constancy Hath left you unattended .- [ Knocking . ] Hark ! more knocking : Get on your nightgown , lest occasion call us , And show us to be watchers : -be not lost So poorly in your thoughts . Macb ...
... deed : How easy is it then ! Your constancy Hath left you unattended .- [ Knocking . ] Hark ! more knocking : Get on your nightgown , lest occasion call us , And show us to be watchers : -be not lost So poorly in your thoughts . Macb ...
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... deed that's done . last , ' Tis unnatural , On Tuesday A falcon , towering in her pride of place , Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd . Rosse . And Duncan's horses , ( a thing most strange and certain , ) Beauteous and swift ...
... deed that's done . last , ' Tis unnatural , On Tuesday A falcon , towering in her pride of place , Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd . Rosse . And Duncan's horses , ( a thing most strange and certain , ) Beauteous and swift ...
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Adonis art thou Banquo bear beauty beauty's behold birds blood breast breath cheeks Collatine dead dear death deed desire Doct doth Enter MACBETH Exeunt face fair fair lords falchion falconry false fear fire Fleance flower fool foul gainst gentle give grace grief hand hast hate hath hear heart heaven honour hour king kiss LADY MACBETH light lips live look lord love's Lucrece lust Macb Macd Macduff Mach mayst mind murder never night numbers o'er pale pity poison'd poor praise Priam proud quoth RAPE OF LUCRECE Rosse seem'd Sextus Tarquinius shalt shame sighs sight SIWARD sleep sorrow soul speak swear sweet Tarquin tears Tereu thane of Cawdor thee thence thine eye things thou art thou dost thought thyself Time's tongue true truth unto weep weird sisters wind Witch words worth wound youth