 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,...  The Works of Shakespeare - Strana 459autor/autoři: William Shakespeare - 1864Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | Guillaume-Benjamin Duchenne - 1990 - 312 str.
...ferocious instincts, in this savage invocation: Come you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full...compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose. . . .t A muscle that displays the worst emotions (m. procerus) certainly does not beautify the face.... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Hugh Black-Hawkins - 1992 - 68 str.
...entrance of Duncan Under my 'battlements. Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts! Unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full...compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose. Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of Hell That my keen knife see not the wound... | |
 | J. Philip Newell - 2003 - 148 str.
...destructive energies of the unseen, . . . Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full...purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it. Come to my woman's breasts And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever, in your sightless... | |
 | Anna Murphy Jameson - 2005 - 472 str.
..."Come all you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here: And fill me, from the crown to th' toe, top-full Of direst cruelty; make thick my blood,...purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it. Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you numbering ministers, Wherever in your sightless... | |
 | 339 str.
...fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements. Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full...purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless... | |
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