 | William Shakespeare - 1856 - Страниц: 406
...Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry ? Seg. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should have...To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow. Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all out yesterdays have... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1856 - Страниц: 996
...supp'd lull with horrors ; Dimness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me". — y say, that they have measur'd many a mile, To tread...this grass. . llux. It is not so: ask them, how m lorsuch a word. — To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - Страниц: 730
...full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me. Re-enter SEYTON. Wherefore was that cry ? Sey. The queen, my...dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! Life's but a walking shadow ; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - Страниц: 710
...: I have supp'd full with Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry? SEY. The queen, my lord, is...dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! Life's but a walking shadow ; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - Страниц: 630
...supped full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry? Sey. The queen, my lord, is...dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! Life's but a walking shadow ; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - Страниц: 488
...supp'd full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry ? Sey. The queen, my lord,...dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! Life's but a walking shadow ; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no... | |
 | 1857 - Страниц: 432
...thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Re-enter DOCTOR. DoC. The queen, my lord, is dead. MAC. She'should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time...dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! Life's but a walking shadow ; a poor player Finisci, e breve cerо ! Ombra che fugge, Ecco la vita ; un mimo che,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Richard Grant White - 1861 - Страниц: 548
...Wherefore was that cry ? Enter SETTON. Sey. The Queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should have di'd hereafter: There would have been a time for such a...dusty death. — Out, out, brief candle ! Life's but a walking shadow ; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - Страниц: 394
...horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thougnts. Cannot once start me. Wherefore was that cry t Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should...To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - Страниц: 740
...full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me. Re-enter SEYTON. Wherefore was that cry ? Sey. The queen, my...should have died hereafter ; There would have been a timejbr such a word. — To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day... | |
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She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way... 
