The Handy-volume Shakespeare, Zväzok 13G. Routledge, 1871 |
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Strana 47
... lord . Mach . We should have else desired your good advice [ perous ) ( Which still hath been both grave and pros- In this day's council ; but we'll take to - mor- row . Is't far you ride ? Ban . As far , my lord , as will fill up the ...
... lord . Mach . We should have else desired your good advice [ perous ) ( Which still hath been both grave and pros- In this day's council ; but we'll take to - mor- row . Is't far you ride ? Ban . As far , my lord , as will fill up the ...
Strana 59
... lord . What is't that moves your highness ? Macb . Which of you have done this ? Lords . What , my good lord ? Macb . Thou canst not say I did it : never shake Thy gory locks at me . Rosse . Gentlemen , rise ; his highness is not well ...
... lord . What is't that moves your highness ? Macb . Which of you have done this ? Lords . What , my good lord ? Macb . Thou canst not say I did it : never shake Thy gory locks at me . Rosse . Gentlemen , rise ; his highness is not well ...
Strana 73
... lord . Macb . Saw you the weird sisters ? Len . Macb . Came they not by you ? No , indeed , my lord . Len . Macb . Infected be the air whereon they ride ; [ did hear And damn'd all those that trust them ! —I The galloping of horse . Who ...
... lord . Macb . Saw you the weird sisters ? Len . Macb . Came they not by you ? No , indeed , my lord . Len . Macb . Infected be the air whereon they ride ; [ did hear And damn'd all those that trust them ! —I The galloping of horse . Who ...
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