The Handy-volume Shakspeare, Zväzok 13Bradbury, Agnew, and Company, 1866 |
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Strana 45
... light , a light ! I Mur . Stand to't . Ban . It will be rain to - night . I Mur . ' Tis he . Let it come down . [ Assaults BANQUO . Ban . O , treachery ! Fly , good Fleance SC . III . 45 MACBETH . SCENE III.-The same. ...
... light , a light ! I Mur . Stand to't . Ban . It will be rain to - night . I Mur . ' Tis he . Let it come down . [ Assaults BANQUO . Ban . O , treachery ! Fly , good Fleance SC . III . 45 MACBETH . SCENE III.-The same. ...
Strana 99
... light , and will aspire . " Witness this primrose bank whereon I lie ; These forceless flowers like sturdy trees support me ; Two strengthless doves will draw me through the sky , From morn till night , even where I list to sport me ...
... light , and will aspire . " Witness this primrose bank whereon I lie ; These forceless flowers like sturdy trees support me ; Two strengthless doves will draw me through the sky , From morn till night , even where I list to sport me ...
Strana 176
... light to all fair eyes that light will borrow : But cloudy Lucrece shames herself to see , And therefore still in night would cloister'd be . Revealing day through every cranny spies , And seems to point her out where she sits weeping ...
... light to all fair eyes that light will borrow : But cloudy Lucrece shames herself to see , And therefore still in night would cloister'd be . Revealing day through every cranny spies , And seems to point her out where she sits weeping ...
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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 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