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2 Lady , And why so , my good lord ? Мат . Not for becauso Your brows are
blacker : yet black brows , they say , Become some women best ; so that there be
not Too much hair there , but in a semi - circle , Or half - moon made with a pen .
2 Lady , And why so , my good lord ? Мат . Not for becauso Your brows are
blacker : yet black brows , they say , Become some women best ; so that there be
not Too much hair there , but in a semi - circle , Or half - moon made with a pen .
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Enter Lady Macbeth . Lady M . That which hath made them drunk , hath made me
bold : What hath quench ' d them , hath given me fire :Hark ! - - Peace ! ! It was the
owl that shriek ' d , the fatal bellman , Which gives the stern ' st good - night .
Enter Lady Macbeth . Lady M . That which hath made them drunk , hath made me
bold : What hath quench ' d them , hath given me fire :Hark ! - - Peace ! ! It was the
owl that shriek ' d , the fatal bellman , Which gives the stern ' st good - night .
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Lady M . Donalbain . Macb . This is a sorry sight . ( Looking on his hands . Lady M
. A foolish thought , to say a sorry sight . Macb . There ' s one did laugh in his
sleep , and one cried , murder ! That they did wake each other ; I stood and heard
...
Lady M . Donalbain . Macb . This is a sorry sight . ( Looking on his hands . Lady M
. A foolish thought , to say a sorry sight . Macb . There ' s one did laugh in his
sleep , and one cried , murder ! That they did wake each other ; I stood and heard
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Lady M . Come on ; Gentle my lord , sleek o ' er your rugged looks ; Be bright and
jovial ' mong your guests to - Dight . Macb . So shall I , love ; and so , I pray , be
you : Let your remembrance apply to Banquo ; Present him eminencet , both with
...
Lady M . Come on ; Gentle my lord , sleek o ' er your rugged looks ; Be bright and
jovial ' mong your guests to - Dight . Macb . So shall I , love ; and so , I pray , be
you : Let your remembrance apply to Banquo ; Present him eminencet , both with
...
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Lady M . Yet here ' s a spot . Doct . Hark , she speaks : I will set down what comes
from her , to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly . Lady M . Out , damned
spot ! out , I say ! - One ; Two ; Why , then ' tis time to do ' t : - Hell is murky !
Lady M . Yet here ' s a spot . Doct . Hark , she speaks : I will set down what comes
from her , to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly . Lady M . Out , damned
spot ! out , I say ! - One ; Two ; Why , then ' tis time to do ' t : - Hell is murky !
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Seite 378 - Was the hope drunk Wherein you dress'd yourself? Hath it slept since? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love.
Seite 374 - 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...
Seite 250 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids...
Seite 378 - And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, hors'd Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Seite 188 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance commits his body To painful labour both by sea and land...
Seite 382 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest : I see thee still ; And on thy blade, and dudgeon, gouts of blood, Which was not so before. — There's no such thing : It is the bloody business, which informs Thus to mine eyes. — Now o'er the one half world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep...
Seite 382 - Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep ; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings ; and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design 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.
Seite 367 - Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner You greet with present grace, and great prediction Of noble having, and of royal hope, That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not: 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 favours, nor your hate.
Seite 426 - Himself best knows : but strangely-visited people, All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, The mere despair of surgery, he cures ; Hanging a golden stamp about their necks, Put on with holy prayers : and, 'tis spoken, To the succeeding royalty he leaves The healing benediction.
Seite 406 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! Let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with ! Lady M.
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| Titel | The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with glossarial notes, Band 3 The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with glossarial notes, William Shakespeare |
| Autor/in | William Shakespeare |
| Herausgeber | George Steevens |
| Veröffentlicht | 1811 |
| Original von | Oxford University |
| Digitalisiert | 3. Juli 2007 |
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