The Handy-volume Shakespeare, Zväzok 13G. Routledge, 1871 |
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Strana 77
... poor mon- key ! But how wilt thou do for a father ? Son . If he were dead , you'd weep for him : if you would not , it were a good sign that I should quickly have a new father . L. Macd . Poor prattler ! how thou talkest ! Enter a ...
... poor mon- key ! But how wilt thou do for a father ? Son . If he were dead , you'd weep for him : if you would not , it were a good sign that I should quickly have a new father . L. Macd . Poor prattler ! how thou talkest ! Enter a ...
Strana 179
... Poor wretches have remorse in poor abuses Love thrives not in the heart that shadows dreadeth : Affection is my captain , and he leadeth ; And when his gaudy banner is display'd , The coward fights , and will not be dis- may'd . " Then ...
... Poor wretches have remorse in poor abuses Love thrives not in the heart that shadows dreadeth : Affection is my captain , and he leadeth ; And when his gaudy banner is display'd , The coward fights , and will not be dis- may'd . " Then ...
Strana 211
... Poor grooms are sightless night , kings glori ous day . Gnats are unnoted wheresoe'er they fly , But eagles gazed upon with every eye . " Out , idle words , servants to shallow fools ! Unprofitable sounds , weak arbitrators ! Busy ...
... Poor grooms are sightless night , kings glori ous day . Gnats are unnoted wheresoe'er they fly , But eagles gazed upon with every eye . " Out , idle words , servants to shallow fools ! Unprofitable sounds , weak arbitrators ! Busy ...
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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