The Handy-volume Shakespeare, Zväzok 13G. Routledge, 1871 |
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Strana 10
... cold . Norway himself , with terrible numbers , Assisted by that most disloyal traitor The thane of Cawdor , began a dismal con- flict : Till that Bellona's bridegroom , lapp'd in proof , Confronted him with self - comparisons , Point ...
... cold . Norway himself , with terrible numbers , Assisted by that most disloyal traitor The thane of Cawdor , began a dismal con- flict : Till that Bellona's bridegroom , lapp'd in proof , Confronted him with self - comparisons , Point ...
Strana 175
... cold stone sparks of fire do fly , Whereat a waxen torch forthwith he lighteth , Which must be lode - star to his lustful eye ; And to the flame thus speaks advisedly : " As from this cold flint I enforced this fire THE RAPE OF Lucrece .
... cold stone sparks of fire do fly , Whereat a waxen torch forthwith he lighteth , Which must be lode - star to his lustful eye ; And to the flame thus speaks advisedly : " As from this cold flint I enforced this fire THE RAPE OF Lucrece .
Strana 353
... cold that is not warmed here ? O cleft effect ! cold modesty , hot wrath , Both fire from hence and chill extincture hath ! " For lo ! his passion , but an art of craft , Even there resolved my reason into tears ; There my white stole ...
... cold that is not warmed here ? O cleft effect ! cold modesty , hot wrath , Both fire from hence and chill extincture hath ! " For lo ! his passion , but an art of craft , Even there resolved my reason into tears ; There my white stole ...
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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