 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - 78 str.
...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 incarnardine, Making the green — one red. Re-enter LADY MACBETH. Lady M. My... | |
 | Goold Brown - 1848 - 324 str.
...and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night. — MiUen. 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. — Shak.ipeare. Endless tears flow down... | |
 | Ronald Hayman - 1999 - 116 str.
...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. He still can't distinguish the real noise... | |
 | Harry Levin - 2000 - 170 str.
...envisioned its ethical consequences in a hyperbolic comparison: 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. (II, ii, 57-60) Her hand is smaller than... | |
 | John O'Connor - 2001 - 112 str.
...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, 60 Making the green one red. LADY MACBETH returns. My hands are... | |
 | John O'Connor - 2001 - 264 str.
...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 60 The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red. Enter Lady Macbeth. L. MACBETH My... | |
 | Lindsay Price - 2001 - 40 str.
...at his hands. 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 in incarnadine, Making the green one red. LADY MACBETH re-enters. Her hands... | |
 | Joseph Twadell Shipley - 2001 - 688 str.
...charogne, whence crone (mere flesh and bones). Shakespeare, in Macbeth: Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand: No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine . . . The carnival feast and festival was first on Shrove Tuesday... | |
 | Prudence Foster - 2002 - 253 str.
...repose, a smile played around his lips. BOOK THREE Confrontation 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. —Shakespeare, Macbeth AUTHORITIES IDENTIFY... | |
 | Stanley Wells - 2002 - 316 str.
...course, the hand that cannot be cleansed: What hands are here? . . . 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. (2.2.56-60) Here's the smell of the blood... | |
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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. 
