The Handy-volume Shakespeare, Zväzok 13G. Routledge, 1871 |
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Strana 13
... speak If you can look into the seeds of time , And say , which grain will grow , and which will not , Speak then to me , who neither beg , nor fear , Your favors , nor your hate . I Witch . Hail ! 2 Witch . 3 Witch . I Witch . greater ...
... speak If you can look into the seeds of time , And say , which grain will grow , and which will not , Speak then to me , who neither beg , nor fear , Your favors , nor your hate . I Witch . Hail ! 2 Witch . 3 Witch . I Witch . greater ...
Strana 40
... speak , speak ! Macd . O , gentle lady , ' Tis not for you to hear what I can speak : The repetition , in a woman's ear , Would murder as it fell.- Enter BANQUO . O Banquo ! Banquo ! our royal master's mur- der'd ! Too cruel , anywhere ...
... speak , speak ! Macd . O , gentle lady , ' Tis not for you to hear what I can speak : The repetition , in a woman's ear , Would murder as it fell.- Enter BANQUO . O Banquo ! Banquo ! our royal master's mur- der'd ! Too cruel , anywhere ...
Strana 62
... speak not ; he grows worse and worse ; Question enrages him : at once , good night : - Stand not upon the order of your going , But go at once . Len . Good night , and better health Attend his majesty ! Lady M. A kind good night to all ...
... speak not ; he grows worse and worse ; Question enrages him : at once , good night : - Stand not upon the order of your going , But go at once . Len . Good night , and better health Attend his majesty ! Lady M. A kind good night to all ...
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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