 | William Shakespeare - 1709 - 598 psl.
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1733 - 492 psl.
...is'twith me, when every noife 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— <— " i Enter Lady. Lady. My hands... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1747 - 348 psl.
...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 psl.
...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 psl.
...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 - 1762 - 478 psl.
...is it with me, when every noife appalls 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 incarnadine, Making the green' one red Enter Ludy Macbeth. Lady. My hands are... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 652 psl.
...is it with me, when every noife 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 - 510 psl.
...is't with me, when every noife 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 psl.
...[StartingHow is it with me, when every 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 psl.
...is 't with me, ' when every noife 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... | |
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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, Making the green one red. 
