TrageiesBell and Daldy, 1866 |
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Výsledky 1-5 z 89
Strana 16
... poor and single business , to contend Against those honours deep and broad , wherewith Your Majesty loads our house . For those of old , And the late dignities heap'd up to them , We rest your hermits . Dun . Where's the Thane of Cawdor ...
... poor and single business , to contend Against those honours deep and broad , wherewith Your Majesty loads our house . For those of old , And the late dignities heap'd up to them , We rest your hermits . Dun . Where's the Thane of Cawdor ...
Strana 18
... poor cat i ' the adage ? Macb . Pr'ythee , peace . I dare do all that may become a man , Who dares do 13 more , is none . Lady M. What beast was't then , That made you break this enterprise to me ? When you durst do it , then you were a ...
... poor cat i ' the adage ? Macb . Pr'ythee , peace . I dare do all that may become a man , Who dares do 13 more , is none . Lady M. What beast was't then , That made you break this enterprise to me ? When you durst do it , then you were a ...
Strana 37
... poor malice Remains in danger of her former tooth . But let the frame of things disjoint , both the worlds suffer , Ere we will eat our meal in fear , and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly . Better ...
... poor malice Remains in danger of her former tooth . But let the frame of things disjoint , both the worlds suffer , Ere we will eat our meal in fear , and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly . Better ...
Strana 53
... fly ! He loves us not , He wants the natural touch ; for the poor wren , The most diminutive of birds , will fight -Her young ones in her nest - against the owl . All is the fear , and nothing is the love SC . II . 53 MACBETH .
... fly ! He loves us not , He wants the natural touch ; for the poor wren , The most diminutive of birds , will fight -Her young ones in her nest - against the owl . All is the fear , and nothing is the love SC . II . 53 MACBETH .
Strana 54
... Poor bird ! thou'dst never fear the net , nor lime , What ! with worms and flies ? The pit - fall , nor the gin . Son . Why should I , mother ? Poor birds they are not set for . My father is not dead , for all your saying . L. Macd ...
... Poor bird ! thou'dst never fear the net , nor lime , What ! with worms and flies ? The pit - fall , nor the gin . Son . Why should I , mother ? Poor birds they are not set for . My father is not dead , for all your saying . L. Macd ...
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Strana 48 - Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble ; Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Strana 14 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it...
Strana 24 - How is't with me, when every noise appals me? What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
Strana 13 - Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
Strana 18 - tis to love the babe that milks me : I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Strana 23 - Methought I heard a voice cry "Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep," the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast, — Lady M. What do you mean? Macb. Still it cried, "Sleep no more!" to all the house: "Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more, Macbeth shall sleep no more!
Strana 354 - I loved the maid I married ; never man Sigh'd truer breath ; but that I see thee here, Thou noble thing ! more dances my rapt heart, Than when I first my wedded mistress saw Bestride my threshold.
Strana 37 - Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further.
Strana 22 - ... Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time Which now suits with it.
Strana 38 - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day, And with thy bloody and invisible hand, Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale. — Light thickens, and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood : Good things of day begin to droop and drowse ; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.