The Handy-volume Shakespeare, Zväzok 13G. Routledge, 1871 |
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Strana 10
... ROSSE . Who comes here ? Mal . The worthy thane of Rosse . Len . What a haste looks through his eyes ! So should he look that seems to speak strange things . Rosse . God save the king ! Dun . Whence cam'st thou , worthy thane ? Rosse ...
... ROSSE . Who comes here ? Mal . The worthy thane of Rosse . Len . What a haste looks through his eyes ! So should he look that seems to speak strange things . Rosse . God save the king ! Dun . Whence cam'st thou , worthy thane ? Rosse ...
Strana 44
... Rosse . They did so ; to the amazement of Old M. mine eyes , [ Macduff : - That look'd upon't . Here comes the good Enter MACDUFF . How goes the world , sir , now ? Macd . Why , see you not ? Rosse . Is't known who did this more than ...
... Rosse . They did so ; to the amazement of Old M. mine eyes , [ Macduff : - That look'd upon't . Here comes the good Enter MACDUFF . How goes the world , sir , now ? Macd . Why , see you not ? Rosse . Is't known who did this more than ...
Strana 45
... Rosse . Macd . Carried to Colmes - kill ; The sacred storehouse of his predecessors , Where is Duncan's body ? Will you to Scone ? Well , I will thither . And guardian of their bones . Rosse . Macd . No , cousin , I'll to Fife . Rosse ...
... Rosse . Macd . Carried to Colmes - kill ; The sacred storehouse of his predecessors , Where is Duncan's body ? Will you to Scone ? Well , I will thither . And guardian of their bones . Rosse . Macd . No , cousin , I'll to Fife . Rosse ...
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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