The Handy-volume Shakespeare, Zväzok 13G. Routledge, 1871 |
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Strana 218
... Dear lord of that dear jewel I have lost , What legacy shall I bequeath to thee ? My resolution , love , shall be thy boast , By whose example thou revenged mayst be . How Tarquin must be used , read it in me : Myself , thy friend ...
... Dear lord of that dear jewel I have lost , What legacy shall I bequeath to thee ? My resolution , love , shall be thy boast , By whose example thou revenged mayst be . How Tarquin must be used , read it in me : Myself , thy friend ...
Strana 266
... dear time's waste : Then can I drown an eye , unused to flow , For precious friends hid in death's dateless night . And weep afresh love's long - since - cancell'd woe , And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight : Then can I grieve ...
... dear time's waste : Then can I drown an eye , unused to flow , For precious friends hid in death's dateless night . And weep afresh love's long - since - cancell'd woe , And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight : Then can I grieve ...
Strana 350
... dear modesty , Encamp'd in hearts , but fighting outwardly . " And lo ! behold these talents of their hair , With twisted metal amorously impleach'd , I have received from many a several fair , ( Their kind acceptance weepingly beseech ...
... dear modesty , Encamp'd in hearts , but fighting outwardly . " And lo ! behold these talents of their hair , With twisted metal amorously impleach'd , I have received from many a several fair , ( Their kind acceptance weepingly beseech ...
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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