The Handy-volume Shakespeare, Zväzok 13G. Routledge, 1871 |
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Strana 7
... Witches . I Witch . HEN shall we three meet again In thunder , lightning , or in rain ? 2 Witch . When the hurlyburly's done , When the battle's lost and won . 3 Witch . That will be ere the set of sun . I Witch . Where the place ? 2 Witch ...
... Witches . I Witch . HEN shall we three meet again In thunder , lightning , or in rain ? 2 Witch . When the hurlyburly's done , When the battle's lost and won . 3 Witch . That will be ere the set of sun . I Witch . Where the place ? 2 Witch ...
Strana 11
... Witch . Where hast thou been , sister ? 2 Witch . Killing swine . 3 Witch . Sister , where thou ? I Witch . A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap , And mounch'd , and mounch'd , and mounch'd : -Give me , quoth I : Aroint thee , witch ...
... Witch . Where hast thou been , sister ? 2 Witch . Killing swine . 3 Witch . Sister , where thou ? I Witch . A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap , And mounch'd , and mounch'd , and mounch'd : -Give me , quoth I : Aroint thee , witch ...
Strana 13
... Witch . All hail , Macbeth ! hail to thee , thane of Glamis ! 2 Witch . All hail , Macbeth ! hail to thee , thane of Cawdor ! 3 Witch . All hail , Macbeth ! that shalt be king hereafter . Ban . Good sir , why do you start ; and seem to ...
... Witch . All hail , Macbeth ! hail to thee , thane of Glamis ! 2 Witch . All hail , Macbeth ! hail to thee , thane of Cawdor ! 3 Witch . All hail , Macbeth ! that shalt be king hereafter . Ban . Good sir , why do you start ; and seem to ...
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