 | Michelle Lee - 2002 - Страниц: 444
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 | William Shakespeare - 2003 - Страниц: 258
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 | William Shakespeare, Dinah Jurksaitis - 2003 - Страниц: 156
...innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, 45 Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day, And with thy bloody...Which keeps me pale. Light thickens, and the crow 50 Makes wing to the rooky wood. Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, Whiles night's black... | |
 | Donna L. Dickenson - 2003 - Страниц: 280
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 | Russ McDonald - 2004 - Страниц: 952
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 | Charles W. Eliot - 2004 - Страниц: 448
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 | Elizabeth Durot-Boucé - 2004 - Страниц: 292
...Macbeth à la nuit, à l'acte 3, formule explicitement cette antithèse : Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day, And with thy bloody...me pale. Light thickens, and the crow Makes wing to th' rooky wood. Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, Whiles night's black agents to their... | |
 | Stephen Unwin - 2004 - Страниц: 256
...an actor feel at home in great verse drama. For example (Macbeth, 3.2): Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day And with thy bloody...me pale. Light thickens And the crow makes wing to th'rooky wood. You could say that Macbeth's 'action' is to 'invoke the night to descend'; but this... | |
 | Martin Smith - 2004 - Страниц: 176
...[1606] (1965) in the character of Macbeth: O, full of scorpions is my mind... Come seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody...me pale! Light thickens; and the crow makes wing to th' rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; While night's black agents to their preys... | |
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Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop... 
