The Handy-volume Shakespeare, Zväzok 13G. Routledge, 1871 |
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Strana 35
... hands are here ? Ha ! they pluck out Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood [ will rather Clean from my hand ? No ; this my hand The multitudinous seas incarnadine , Making the green - one red . Re - enter LADY MACBETH . Lady M ...
... hands are here ? Ha ! they pluck out Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood [ will rather Clean from my hand ? No ; this my hand The multitudinous seas incarnadine , Making the green - one red . Re - enter LADY MACBETH . Lady M ...
Strana 92
... hands , put on your night - gown ; look not so pale : -- I tell you yet again , Banquo's buried ; he cannot come out on's grave . Doct . Even so ? Lady M. To bed , to bed ; there's knock- ing at the gate . give me your hand . Come ...
... hands , put on your night - gown ; look not so pale : -- I tell you yet again , Banquo's buried ; he cannot come out on's grave . Doct . Even so ? Lady M. To bed , to bed ; there's knock- ing at the gate . give me your hand . Come ...
Strana 127
... hand she heaveth up his hat , Her other tender hand his fair cheek feels : His tenderer cheek receives her soft hand's print , As apt as new - fallen snow takes any dint . O , what a war of looks was then between them ! Her eyes ...
... hand she heaveth up his hat , Her other tender hand his fair cheek feels : His tenderer cheek receives her soft hand's print , As apt as new - fallen snow takes any dint . O , what a war of looks was then between them ! Her eyes ...
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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