 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 wash this blood Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine,...  The dramatic works of William Shakspeare - 22 psl.autoriai: William Shakespeare - 1813Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 412 psl.
...but as pictures : 'tis the eye of childhood, That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their...Clean from my hand ? No ; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnardine,5 Making the green — one red. Re-enter Lady MACBETH. lady M. My hands... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 442 psl.
...but as pictures : 'tis the eye of childhood, That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their...Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnardine,1 Making the green — one red. Re-enter Lady MACBETH. Lady M. My hands... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 454 psl.
...bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt. [Exit. Knocking ivithin. Macb. Whence is that knocking? How is't with me, when...Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnardine,1 Making the green — one red. Re-enter Lady MACBETH. Lady M. My hands... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 346 psl.
...childhood, That fears a painted devil. • If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms wilhal, For it must seem their guilt. [Exit. Knocking within....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 hands... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 454 psl.
...MACBETH. [Knocking within. Macb. Whence is that knocking ! How is'twith me, when every noise appalls me? What hands are here ? Ha ! they pluck out mine...Clean from my hand ? No ; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnardine, Making the green — one red. Enter LADY MACBETH. Lady. My hands are... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 432 psl.
...MACBETH. [Knocking within. Macb. Whence is that knocking ! How is't with me, when every noise appalls me ? What hands are here ? Ha ! they pluck out mine...Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnardine, Making the green— one red. Enter LADY MACBETH. Lady. My hands are... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1810 - 440 psl.
...I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt. [Exit. Knocking within. Much. Whence is that knocking ? How is't with me, when every...they pluck out mine eyes ! Will all great Neptune's ocean6 wash this blood Clean from my hand t No ; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnardine,"... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 544 psl.
...but as pictures : 'tis the eye of childhood, That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their...out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash his blood Clean from my hand ? No ; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnardine,1... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 476 psl.
...Macb. Whence is that knocking? How is't with me, wheu every noise appals me ? What hands are here? lla! they pluck out mine eyes ! Will all great Neptune's...Making the green— one red. Re-enter Lady Macbeth. Lady Af. My hands are of your colour; but I shame . . To wear a heart so white. [Ktwk.] I hear a knock*... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1810 - 434 psl.
...Are but as pictures : 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their...they pluck out mine eyes ! Will all great Neptune's ocean6 wash this blood Clean from my hand .' No ; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnardine,7... | |
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