The Handy-volume Shakespeare, Zväzok 13G. Routledge, 1871 |
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Strana 62
... keep the natural ruby of your cheeks , When mine are blanched with fear . Rosse . What sights , my lord ? Lady M. I pray you , speak not ; he grows worse and worse ; Question enrages him : at once , good night : - Stand not upon the ...
... keep the natural ruby of your cheeks , When mine are blanched with fear . Rosse . What sights , my lord ? Lady M. I pray you , speak not ; he grows worse and worse ; Question enrages him : at once , good night : - Stand not upon the ...
Strana 170
William Shakespeare Q. D.. Of that rich jewel he should keep unknown From thievish ears , because it is his own ? Perchance his boast of Lucrece ' sovereignty Suggested this proud issue of a king ; For by our ears our ... keep unknown ...
William Shakespeare Q. D.. Of that rich jewel he should keep unknown From thievish ears , because it is his own ? Perchance his boast of Lucrece ' sovereignty Suggested this proud issue of a king ; For by our ears our ... keep unknown ...
Strana 279
... keep pace ; Therefore desire , of perfect'st love being made , Shall neigh ( no dull flesh ) in his fiery race ; But ... keeps you , as my chest , Or as the wardrobe which the robe doth hide , To make some special instant special - blest ...
... keep pace ; Therefore desire , of perfect'st love being made , Shall neigh ( no dull flesh ) in his fiery race ; But ... keeps you , as my chest , Or as the wardrobe which the robe doth hide , To make some special instant special - blest ...
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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