 | John R. Briggs - 1988 - 82 oldal
...ISHA. She is troubled with thick-coming fancies, that keep her from rest. MACBETH. Cure her of that: canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd, pluck...sweet oblivious antidote cleanse the stufFd bosom of the perilous stuff which weighs upon the heart? ISHA. Therein the patient must minister to herself.... | |
 | George Crabbe - 1988 - 1038 oldal
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 | Charles DeLoach - 1988 - 576 oldal
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 | Nalini Jain - 1991 - 204 oldal
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 | Harald William Fawkner - 1990 - 276 oldal
...As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, That keep her from her rest. Macb. Cure her of that: Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuff... | |
 | Nalini Jain - 1991 - 208 oldal
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 | Michael E. Mooney - 1990 - 260 oldal
...import might well indicate his awareness that there is no cure for a mind diseased: Cure her of that. Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuff... | |
 | Frances Tustin - 1990 - 268 oldal
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 | F. Pinion - 1990 - 384 oldal
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 | Clara Claiborne Park - 1991 - 260 oldal
...word — patient. His agonized question prefigures our modern hopes that psychiatry can work miracles: Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, i And with some sweet oblivious antidote Macbeth is appealing... | |
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Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuff 'd bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct. 
