 | Sanat Kumar Mitra - 1983 - 224 oldal
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 | William Shakespeare - 1709 - 598 oldal
...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 your... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1733 - 492 oldal
...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 oldal
...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 oldal
...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 oldal
...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 - 1765 - 652 oldal
...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 - 1768 - 398 oldal
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 | William Shakespeare - 1767 - 404 oldal
...[Exit. Knocking inithin. M^c*. Whence is that knocking ! How is't with me, when every noise appalls me ? What hands are here? Ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Keptune's ocean warn this blood Clean from my hand ? No ; this my hand will rather The multitudinous... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1767 - 398 oldal
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I'll gild the faces of the grooms 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 here ? ha ! they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune's... 
