I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt. [Exit. Knocking within. MACB. 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... Examination Papersav University of Toronto - 1900Uten tilgangsbegrensning - Om denne boken
| William Shakespeare - 1709 - 598 sider
...appalls me? What Hinds are here? Hahl they pluck out mine Eyes. Will all great Neptune's Ocean warn this Blood Clean from my Hand? No, this my Hand will rather The multitudinous Sea incarnadine, Making the green one red. • Enter Lady. Lady. Mv Hands are of your... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1733 - 492 sider
...me ? (15) What hands are here ? hah ! they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune's, ocean wafh this blood Clean from my hand ? no, this my hand will rather Thy multitudinous fea incarnadine, Making the green one red— <— " i Enter Lady. Lady. My hands... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1747 - 348 sider
...appalls me ? What hands are here ? hah ! they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Nef tune's ocean wafli this blood Clean from my hand ? no, this my hand will rather * Make the green ocean red — Enter Lady Macbeth. Lady. My hands are of your colour ; but I (hums... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1750 - 336 sider
...appalls me ? What hands are here ? hah ! they plucb out mine eyes. Will all great Nepeune's ocean wafli this blood Clean from my hand ? no, this my hand will rather * • Make the green ocean red — Enter Lady Macbeth. • •'. Lady. My hands are of your colour... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1752 - 510 sider
...appals me ? What hands are here ? hah ! they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune's ocean warn this blood Clean from my hand ? no, this my hand will rather Thy multitudinous fea incarnardine, Making the green one red Enter Lady. Lae'j. My hands are of your... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1765 - 652 sider
...appals me ? What hands are here ? hah ! they pluck out mine eyes'. Will all great Neptune's ocean wafh this blood Clean from my hand ? no, this my hand will rather Thy multitudinous fea incarnardine, Making the green, One red Macb. Whence is that knocking ! [Starting.... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1767 - 404 sider
...[Exit. Knocking inithin. M^c*. Whence is that knocking ! How is't with me, when every noise appalls me ? What hands are here? Ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Keptune's ocean warn this blood Clean from my hand ? No ; this my hand will rather The multitudinous... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1767 - 510 sider
...appals me? (15) What hands are here? hah! they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune's ocean wafh this blood Clean from my hand ? no, this my hand will rather Thy multitudinous fea incarnadine, , Making the green one red Enter Lady. LaJy. My lunds are of your... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1768 - 360 sider
...noife appals me? What hands are here? hah ! they pluck out mine Will all great Neptune's ocean wafh this blood Clean from my hand ? no, this my hand will rather Thy multitudinous fea incarnardine, Making the green one red -- eyes. Enter Lady. Lady. My hands are... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1770 - 956 sider
...appals me ? What hands are here ! hah ! they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune's ocean wafh this blood Clean from my hand ? no, this my hand will rather •> The multitudinous fea ' incarnadine, • Making the green one red. Enter Lady. Lady. My hands are of your... | |
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