The Handy-volume Shakspeare ...Bradbury, Evans, and Company, 1871 |
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Strana 35
... Rosse . They did so ; to the amazement of mine eyes , That look'd upon't . Here comes the good Macduff : - : -- Enter MACDuff . How goes the world , sir , now ? Macd . Why , see you not ? Rosse . Is't known who did this more than bloody ...
... Rosse . They did so ; to the amazement of mine eyes , That look'd upon't . Here comes the good Macduff : - : -- Enter MACDuff . How goes the world , sir , now ? Macd . Why , see you not ? Rosse . Is't known who did this more than bloody ...
Strana 36
... Rosse . Where is Duncan's body ? Macd . Carried to Colmes - kill ; The sacred storehouse of his predecessors , And guardian of their bones . Rosse . Will you to Scone ? Well , I will thither . Macd . No , cousin , I'll to Fife . Rosse ...
... Rosse . Where is Duncan's body ? Macd . Carried to Colmes - kill ; The sacred storehouse of his predecessors , And guardian of their bones . Rosse . Will you to Scone ? Well , I will thither . Macd . No , cousin , I'll to Fife . Rosse ...
Strana 72
... Rosse . That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker ; Fach minute teems a new one . Macd . How does my wife ? Rosse . Why , well . Macd . And all my children ? Rosse . Well too . Macd . The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace ? Rosse ...
... Rosse . That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker ; Fach minute teems a new one . Macd . How does my wife ? Rosse . Why , well . Macd . And all my children ? Rosse . Well too . Macd . The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace ? Rosse ...
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Adonis art thou Banquo bear beauty beauty's behold birds blood breast breath 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 honour hour king kiss LADY MACBETH light lips live look lord love's Lucrece lust Macb Macd Macduff Mach mayst mind murder never night numbers o'er pale pity poison'd poor praise Priam quoth RAPE OF LUCRECE Rosse seem'd Sextus Tarquinius shalt shame sighs sight SIWARD sleep sorrow soul speak swear sweet Tarquin tears Tereu thane of Cawdor 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