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" This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill, cannot be good : — if ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair And make... "
The British Essayists;: Observer - 119. oldal
szerző: Alexander Chalmers - 1807
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Macbeth, from the text of S. Johnson and G. Steevens, revised

William Shakespeare - 1784 - 116 oldal
...Cawdor: If good, 'why do I yield to that suggestion 230 Whose .horrid image doth unfix my hair, And m:ike my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature ? Present fears* Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,...

Macbeth. King John

William Shakespeare - 1788 - 480 oldal
...Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion 233 Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature i Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,...

The British essayists; with prefaces by A. Chalmers, 42. kötet

British essayists - 1803 - 300 oldal
...following question to his con« science — Why do I yield to that suggestion, Whose horrid image cloth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my...finds place : he needs no tempter : There is here no digmis vind'ce nodus, nor indeed any knot at all, for he is already practised in murder; Ambition is...

The Plays of William Shakespeare, 3. kötet

William Shakespeare - 1803 - 558 oldal
...Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor: If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings: My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes...

The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, 6. kötet

William Shakespeare - 1806 - 432 oldal
...Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, • Against the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,...

“The” Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the ..., 7. kötet

William Shakespeare - 1806 - 380 oldal
...trnth? I am Thane of Cawdor: It good, why do I yield to that snggestion "Whose horrid image d:,.h nnfix my hair, And. make my seated. heart knock at my ribs, Against the nse of natnre? Present fears Arc less than horribte ir?a£inings: 2\Ty thonght, v\*ho.-e mnrder yet...

Macbeth. King John. King Richard II.-v. 2. King Henry IV. King Henry V.-v. 3 ...

William Shakespeare - 1807 - 346 oldal
...Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion, Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature ? Present fears Ate 'less' than horrible imaginings: My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,...

The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays: Which are Acted at the ...

Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 454 oldal
...Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings: My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,...

King Lear: A Tragedy in Five Acts, 4. kötet

William Shakespeare - 1808 - 432 oldal
...Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,...

The Port folio, by Oliver Oldschool, 1. kötet

1809 - 592 oldal
...He could not thus regard vice, without abhorring it. Why do I yield to that suggestion, Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature > Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought, whose murder yel is but fantastical,...




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