The Handy-volume Shakespeare, Zväzok 13G. Routledge, 1871 |
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Strana 128
... heart all whole as thine , thy heart my wound ; For one sweet look thy help I would assure thee , Though nothing but my body's bane would cure thee . ' " Give me my hand , " saith he , " why dost thou feel it ? " " Give me my heart ...
... heart all whole as thine , thy heart my wound ; For one sweet look thy help I would assure thee , Though nothing but my body's bane would cure thee . ' " Give me my hand , " saith he , " why dost thou feel it ? " " Give me my heart ...
Strana 328
... heart To mourn for me , since mourning doth thee grace , And suit thy pity like in every part . Then will I swear beauty herself is black , And all they foul that thy complexion lack . CXXXIII . Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to ...
... heart To mourn for me , since mourning doth thee grace , And suit thy pity like in every part . Then will I swear beauty herself is black , And all they foul that thy complexion lack . CXXXIII . Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to ...
Strana 329
... heart in thy steel bosom's ward , But then my friend's heart let my poor heart bail ; [ guard ; Who e'er keeps me , let my heart be his Thou canst not then use rigor in my gaol : And yet thou wilt ; for I , being pent in thee , Perforce ...
... heart in thy steel bosom's ward , But then my friend's heart let my poor heart bail ; [ guard ; Who e'er keeps me , let my heart be his Thou canst not then use rigor in my gaol : And yet thou wilt ; for I , being pent in thee , Perforce ...
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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