The Handy-volume Shakespeare, Zväzok 13G. Routledge, 1871 |
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Výsledky 1 - 3 z 29.
Strana 38
... Macd . I believe , drink gave thee the lie last night . Porter . That it did , sir , i ' the very throat o ' me but ... Macd . Is thy master stirring ? — Qur 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 but ... Macd . Is thy master stirring ? — Qur knocking has awaked him ; here he comes . Enter MACBETH . Len . Good - morrow ...
Strana 76
... Macd . Sirrah , your father's dead ; And what will you do now ? live ? Son . As birds do , mother . L. Macd . [ Exit . How will you What , with worms and flies ? Son . With what I get , I mean ; and so do they . L. Macd . Poor bird ...
... Macd . Sirrah , your father's dead ; And what will you do now ? live ? Son . As birds do , mother . L. Macd . [ Exit . How will you What , with worms and flies ? Son . With what I get , I mean ; and so do they . L. Macd . Poor bird ...
Strana 77
... Macd . Every one . Son . Who must hang them ? L. Macd . Why , the honest men . Son . Then the liars and swearers are fools for there are liars and swearers enow to beat the honest men , and hang up them . L. Macd . Now God help thee ...
... Macd . Every one . Son . Who must hang them ? L. Macd . Why , the honest men . Son . Then the liars and swearers are fools for there are liars and swearers enow to beat the honest men , and hang up them . L. Macd . Now God help thee ...
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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