All's well that ends well. Twelfth Night. Winter's tale. MacbethC. Bathurst, 1773 |
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... I Am heir to my affection . Cam . Be advis'd . 1 And mar the feeds within ! — ] So in Macbeth , And nature's germins tumble all together . VOL . IV . A a STEEVENS . Flo . Flo . I am ; and by my fancy : THE WINTER'S TALE . 353.
... I Am heir to my affection . Cam . Be advis'd . 1 And mar the feeds within ! — ] So in Macbeth , And nature's germins tumble all together . VOL . IV . A a STEEVENS . Flo . Flo . I am ; and by my fancy : THE WINTER'S TALE . 353.
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... Macbeth , Banquo , } Generals of the King's army . Lenox , Macduff , Roffe , Noblemen of Scotland . Menteth , Angus ... Macbeth . Son to Macduff . An English Doctor . A Scotch Doctor . A Captain . A Porter . An old Man . Lady Macbeth ...
... Macbeth , Banquo , } Generals of the King's army . Lenox , Macduff , Roffe , Noblemen of Scotland . Menteth , Angus ... Macbeth . Son to Macduff . An English Doctor . A Scotch Doctor . A Captain . A Porter . An old Man . Lady Macbeth ...
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... Macbeth . I Witch . -The reality of witchcraft or enchantment , which , though not ftrictly the fame , are ... Macbeth . ] Thus the old copy . Mr. Pope , and after him other editors read , " There I go to meet Macbeth . " STEEVENS ...
... Macbeth . I Witch . -The reality of witchcraft or enchantment , which , though not ftrictly the fame , are ... Macbeth . ] Thus the old copy . Mr. Pope , and after him other editors read , " There I go to meet Macbeth . " STEEVENS ...
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... quos Kernos vocant , nec non fecures lorica ferrea peditum illorum gravioris armaturæ , quos Galloglaf- fios appellant . Warai Antiq . Hiber . cap . 6. WARBURTON . And 9 And Fortune , on his damned quarry smiling , MACBETH . 397 SCENE ...
... quos Kernos vocant , nec non fecures lorica ferrea peditum illorum gravioris armaturæ , quos Galloglaf- fios appellant . Warai Antiq . Hiber . cap . 6. WARBURTON . And 9 And Fortune , on his damned quarry smiling , MACBETH . 397 SCENE ...
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... Macbeth , ( well he deferves that name ) Difdaining Fortune , with his brandifh'd fteel , Which fmoak'd with bloody execution , Like Valour's minion , carved out his paffage , ' Till he fac'd the flave : And ne'er fhook hands , nor bid ...
... Macbeth , ( well he deferves that name ) Difdaining Fortune , with his brandifh'd fteel , Which fmoak'd with bloody execution , Like Valour's minion , carved out his paffage , ' Till he fac'd the flave : And ne'er fhook hands , nor bid ...
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
againſt anſwer Autolycus Banquo becauſe beſt Bohemia buſineſs Camillo Clown Count defire Duke Enter Exeunt Exit expreffion eyes faid fame fatire fear feems fenfe fervant ferve fhall fhew fhould fifter fignifies fince Fleance fleep foldier fome fomething fool fpeak fpeech ftand ftill fuch fuppofe fure fwear fweet give hath heaven himſelf honour houſe i'the Illyria itſelf JOHNSON King lady lefs loft lord Macbeth Macd Macduff Mach madam mafter Malvolio means miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Narbon night o'the obferve occafion paffage perfon pleaſe pr'ythee pray prefent purpoſe queen reafon Roffe ſay SCENE Shakeſpeare ſhall ſhe Shep Sir Toby ſpeak STEEVENS Thane thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thing thofe thoſe thou art thought ufed underſtand uſe WARBURTON whofe wife Witch word
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