The Dramatic Writings of Will. Shakespeare: With Introductory Prefaces to Each Play ; Printed Complete from the Best Editions, 6 tomasR. Morison Junr., 1798 |
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... better , I must become a borrower of the night , For a dark hour , or twain . Macb . Fail not our feaft . Ban . My lord , I will not . Macb . We hear our bloody cousins are beflow'd In England , and in Ireland ; not confeffing Their ...
... better , I must become a borrower of the night , For a dark hour , or twain . Macb . Fail not our feaft . Ban . My lord , I will not . Macb . We hear our bloody cousins are beflow'd In England , and in Ireland ; not confeffing Their ...
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... Better be with the dead , Whom we , to gain our place , have sent to peace , Than on the torture of the mind to lie In reftlefs ecftafy . - Duncan is in his grave ; After life's fitful fever , he fleeps well ; Treafon has done his worst ...
... Better be with the dead , Whom we , to gain our place , have sent to peace , Than on the torture of the mind to lie In reftlefs ecftafy . - Duncan is in his grave ; After life's fitful fever , he fleeps well ; Treafon has done his worst ...
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... better thee without , than he within . Is he difpatch'd ? 1 Mur . My lord , histhroat is cut ; that I did for him . Macb . Thou art the best o ' the cut - throats : Yet he's ' That did the like for Fleance : if thou didst it , [ good ...
... better thee without , than he within . Is he difpatch'd ? 1 Mur . My lord , histhroat is cut ; that I did for him . Macb . Thou art the best o ' the cut - throats : Yet he's ' That did the like for Fleance : if thou didst it , [ good ...
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... better health Attend his majesty ! Lady . A kind good night to all ! [ Exeunt Lords . Mach . It will have blood ; they fay , blood will have blood : Stones have been known to move , and trees to speak ; Augurs , and understood relations ...
... better health Attend his majesty ! Lady . A kind good night to all ! [ Exeunt Lords . Mach . It will have blood ; they fay , blood will have blood : Stones have been known to move , and trees to speak ; Augurs , and understood relations ...
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... Better Macbeth , Than fuch a one to reign . Macd . Boundless intemperance In nature is a tyranny : it hath been The untimely emptying of the happy throne , And fall of many kings . But fear not yet To take upon you what is yours : you ...
... Better Macbeth , Than fuch a one to reign . Macd . Boundless intemperance In nature is a tyranny : it hath been The untimely emptying of the happy throne , And fall of many kings . But fear not yet To take upon you what is yours : you ...
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The Dramatic Writings of Will. Shakespeare. With Introductory Prefaces to ... William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1798 |
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