 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 626 pągines
...afraid to think what I have done ; Look on't again, I dare not. Lady M. Infirm of purpose ! Give me the daggers : The sleeping, and the dead, Are but...grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt. [ Exit. Knoching within. Macb. Whence is that knocking ? How is't with me, when every noise appals me ? What... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 568 pągines
...Infirm of purpose ! Give me the daggers : The sleeping, and the dead, Are but as pictures : His the eve ` ؏ 7 How is't with me, when every noise appals me ? What hands are here I Ha ! they pluck out mine eyes... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 570 pągines
...unravelled ; and therefore useless : thus a sleeveless errand would bo a. fruitless one. VOL. in. 26 I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must...Whence is that knocking ? 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1837 - 514 pągines
...afraid to think what I have done ; Look on't again, 1 dare not Lady M. Infirm of purpose ! Give me the daggers : The sleeping and the dead, Are but as...bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it mus', seem their guilt. [Exit. Knocking wilhtn. Mach. Whence is that knocking? How is't with me, when... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 568 pągines
...unravelled ; and therefore useless : thus a sleeveless errand would be a. fruitless one. VOL. in. 26 I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must...Whence is that knocking ? 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 536 pągines
...knotty part of the silk, whicb gives great trouble aid embarrassment to the knitter or weaver. HEATH. Are but as pictures : 'tis the eye of childhood, That...do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, Macb. Whence is that knocking ? How is't with me, when every noise appals me ? What hands are here... | |
 | 202 pągines
...dare not. But withering him with scorn, his fiend-like wife replies — Infirm of purpose, Give me the daggers — the sleeping and the dead Are but...of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt. And he is left to himself, alone, in that dim hall, whose every stone is witness of his crime. Are... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 654 pągines
...afraid to think what I have done ; Look on't again, I dare not. Lady M. Infirm of purpose ! Give me the daggers. The sleeping, and the dead, Are but as...within. Macb. Whence is that knocking ? — How is't M'ith me, when every noise appals me ? What hands are here ? Ha ! they pluck out mine eyes. Will all... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 646 pągines
...afraid to think what I have done ; Look on't again, I dare not. Lady M. Infirm of purpose ! Give me the daggers. The sleeping, and the dead, Are but as...of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt. [Ej-it. — Knocking within. Macb. Whence is that knocking ? — How is't with me, when every noise... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 692 pągines
...afraid to think what I have done ; Look't on't again, I dare not. Lady. Infirm of purpose : Give me ," That are so wondrous sweet and fair ! Old Aye...calm ore we when passions are no more. For then we kn Mai:b. Whence is that knocking ! [Starting How is't with me, when every noise appals me 1 What hands... | |
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