The Handy-volume Shakespeare, Zväzok 13G. Routledge, 1871 |
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Strana 40
... Banquo ! Banquo ! our royal master's mur- der'd ! Too cruel , anywhere . Lady M. Woe , alas ! what , in our house ? Ban . Dear Duff , I pr'ythee contradict thyself , And say , it is not so . Re - enter MACBETH and LENOX . Macb . Had I ...
... Banquo ! Banquo ! our royal master's mur- der'd ! Too cruel , anywhere . Lady M. Woe , alas ! what , in our house ? Ban . Dear Duff , I pr'ythee contradict thyself , And say , it is not so . Re - enter MACBETH and LENOX . Macb . Had I ...
Strana 48
... BANQUO Let every man be master of his time Till seven at night ; to make society The sweeter welcome , we will keep ourself Till supper - time alone : while then , God be with you . [ Exeunt LADY MACBETH , Lords , Ladies , & c . Sirrah ...
... BANQUO Let every man be master of his time Till seven at night ; to make society The sweeter welcome , we will keep ourself Till supper - time alone : while then , God be with you . [ Exeunt LADY MACBETH , Lords , Ladies , & c . Sirrah ...
Strana 49
... Banquo kings ! Rather than so , come , fate , into the list , And champion me to the utterance ! -Who's there ? - Re ... Banquo . I Mur . You made it known to us . Macb . I did so ; and went further , which is now Our point of second ...
... Banquo kings ! Rather than so , come , fate , into the list , And champion me to the utterance ! -Who's there ? - Re ... Banquo . I Mur . You made it known to us . Macb . I did so ; and went further , which is now Our point of second ...
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Adonis art thou Banquo bear beauty beauty's behold birds blood breast breath Cawdor 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 honor horse hour king kiss LADY MACBETH light lips live look lord love's Lucrece lust Macb Macd Macduff 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 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