 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - Страниц: 450
...it must seem their guilt. [Exit. — Knocking within. Macb. Whence is that knocking? — How is 't with me , when every noise appals me? What hands are...Clean from my hand ? No ; this my hand will rather The multitudinous reas incarnardine , Making the green one , red. Re-enter Lady MACBETH. • Lady M. My... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - Страниц: 406
...withal, For it must seem their guilt. [Exit. Knocking within. Macb. Whence is that knocking ? How is 't with me, when every noise appals me ? What hands are...Clean from my hand ? No ; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green— one red." Re-enter LADY MACBETH. Lady 3f. My hands... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - Страниц: 418
...Macbeth shall sleep no more. I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt5. [Exit. Knocking within. Macb. Whence is that knocking?...mine eyes! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood6 Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnardine 7, Making... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - Страниц: 582
...must seem their guilt \ l-',.irl. Knocking within. Macb. Whence is that knocking? How is 't with ine, when every noise appals me? What hands are here? Ha!...Clean from my hand ? No ; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incamardine, Making the green — one red. Re-enter Lady MACBETH. /,.•/.''„•... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - Страниц: 692
...Knocking within. Mai:b. Whence is that knocking ! [Starting How is't with me, when every noise appals me 1 urs bring about the day, How many days will finish...live. When this is known, then to divide the time : So greeu one red Enter Lady MACBETH. Ladi/. My hands are of your colour ; bat I To wear a heart so white.... | |
 | English poetry - 1844 - Страниц: 92
...every noise appals me ? What hands are here? Ha! they pluck out mine Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand ? No; this my hand...multitudinous seas incarnardine, Making the green — one red. eyes!— Re-enter Lady Macbeth. Lady. My hands are of your colour; but I shame To wear a heart so white.... | |
 | 1846 - Страниц: 116
...The sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures ; 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. [Exit. [Knocking within. Macb. Whence is that knocking...Clean from my hand ? No ; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one — red. Re-enter Lady Macbeth. Lady M. My hands... | |
 | Marguerite Countess of Blessington - 1846 - Страниц: 774
...Who had spoken them? There was the secret of my fate ! CHAPTER H. "Whence is that knocking? How is 't with me when every noise appals me; What hands are...mine eyes. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand?" SHAKSPEARE. "In the wind there is a voice Shall forhid thee to rejoice;... | |
 | Georgiana Fullerton - 1846 - Страниц: 380
...spoken them? There was the secret of my fate ! CHAPTER II. • "Whence is that knocking? How is 't with me when every noise appals me ; What hands are...mine eyes. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand?" SHAKESPEARE. " In the wind there is a voice Shall forbid thcc to rejoice;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - Страниц: 872
...Knocking within. • r UACBETU. Harki I laid tbcir daggers reaily ; be could це* miss tbem. Mach. s the bright day that brings forth the adder ; ^nd...with. The abuse of greatness is when it disjo P ! Re-enter LADT MACBETH. Lady M. My hands are of your colour ; but I shame To wear a heart so white.... | |
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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, Making the green one red. 
