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Shakespeare Restored– Macbeth, a Tragedy (Classic Reprint) William Shakespeare Peržiūra negalima - 2018 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
ancient ANGUS antithesis Banquo Birnam Birnam wood blood brief candle Castle daggers dare death deed denotes desire disposition Doct Donalbain Duncan Dunsinane Enter Lady MACBETH Enter MACBETH evil excitement exclamation Exeunt Exit expression fear fight Fleance Gallowglasses Gent give Glamis grace hail hand Hark hath hear heart heaven HECATE honour intended king King of Scotland knock Lady MACDUFF LENOX limbeck live look lord Macb Macd Macduff Malcolm means metaphor mind murder nature nature's night noble numbers old copy original folio passage peace perfect SPY phrase poison'd pray reference Rosse SCENE Scone Scotland sensations sense sentence Shake Shakespeare signifies SIWARD sleep soldier speak speaker speech spirits Steevens strange sword term thane of Cawdor thee There's thine things thou thought tion tyrant utterance verse weird sisters whilst Winter's Tale Witch witchcraft word worthy would'st
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xiv psl. - 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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53 psl. - But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams, That shake us nightly : better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.
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