The Handy-volume Shakspeare ...Bradbury, Agnew & Company, 1873 |
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Strana 30
... Macd . I believe , drink gave thee the lie last night . Porter . That it did , sir , i ' the very throat o ' me ... Macd . Is thy master stirring ? - Our knocking has awaked him ; here he comes . Enter MACBEth . Len . Good - morrow ...
... Macd . I believe , drink gave thee the lie last night . Porter . That it did , sir , i ' the very throat o ' me ... Macd . Is thy master stirring ? - Our knocking has awaked him ; here he comes . Enter MACBEth . Len . Good - morrow ...
Strana 32
... Macd . Is thy n Our knocking has E Len . Good - mo : Macb . Macd . Is the k Macb . Macd . He did him ; I have almost slip Macb . Macd . I know But yet ' tis one . Macb . The lal This is the door . Macd . For ' tis my limite Len . Goes ...
... Macd . Is thy n Our knocking has E Len . Good - mo : Macb . Macd . Is the k Macb . Macd . He did him ; I have almost slip Macb . Macd . I know But yet ' tis one . Macb . The lal This is the door . Macd . For ' tis my limite Len . Goes ...
Strana 64
... Macd . Why , I can buy me twenty at any market . Son . Then you'll buy ' em to sell again . L. Macd . Thou speak'st with all thy wit ; and yet , i ' faith , With wit enough for thee . Son . Was my father a traitor , mother ? L. Macd ...
... Macd . Why , I can buy me twenty at any market . Son . Then you'll buy ' em to sell again . L. Macd . Thou speak'st with all thy wit ; and yet , i ' faith , With wit enough for thee . Son . Was my father a traitor , mother ? L. Macd ...
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Adonis art thou Banquo bear beauty beauty's behold birds blood breast breath Cawdor cheeks Collatine confounds 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 strong swear sweet Tarquin tears thane 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