The Handy-volume Shakespeare, Zväzok 13G. Routledge, 1871 |
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Strana 75
... fear . L. Macd . Wisdom ! to leave his wife , to leave his babes , His mansion , and his titles , in a place From whence himself does fly ? He loves us not ; He wants the natural touch : for the poor wren , The most diminutive of birds ...
... fear . L. Macd . Wisdom ! to leave his wife , to leave his babes , His mansion , and his titles , in a place From whence himself does fly ? He loves us not ; He wants the natural touch : for the poor wren , The most diminutive of birds ...
Strana 95
... fear . What's the boy Malcolm ? [ know Was he not born of woman ? The spirits that All mortal consequences have pronounced me thus : [ woman Fear not , Macbeth ; no man that's born of Shall e'er have power upon thee . Then fly , false ...
... fear . What's the boy Malcolm ? [ know Was he not born of woman ? The spirits that All mortal consequences have pronounced me thus : [ woman Fear not , Macbeth ; no man that's born of Shall e'er have power upon thee . Then fly , false ...
Strana 179
... fear did make her color rise ! First red as roses that on lawn we lay , Then white as lawn , the roses took away . " And how her hand , in my hand being lock❜d , Forced it to tremble with her loyal fear ; Which struck her sad , and ...
... fear did make her color rise ! First red as roses that on lawn we lay , Then white as lawn , the roses took away . " And how her hand , in my hand being lock❜d , Forced it to tremble with her loyal fear ; Which struck her sad , and ...
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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