 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 412 trang
...but as pictures : 'tis the eye of childhood, That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their...Clean from my hand ? No ; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnardine,5 Making the green — one red. Re-enter Lady MACBETH. lady M. My hands... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 442 trang
...but as pictures : 'tis the eye of childhood, That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their...Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnardine,1 Making the green — one red. Re-enter Lady MACBETH. Lady M. My hands... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 454 trang
...bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt. [Exit. Knocking ivithin. Macb. Whence is that knocking? How is't with me, when...Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnardine,1 Making the green — one red. Re-enter Lady MACBETH. Lady M. My hands... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 346 trang
...childhood, That fears a painted devil. • If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms wilhal, For it must seem their guilt. [Exit. Knocking within....Clean from my hand ? No ; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnardine, Making the green — one red. Re -enter Lady MACBETH. Lady M. My hands... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 454 trang
...MACBETH. [Knocking within. Macb. Whence is that knocking ! How is'twith me, when every noise appalls me? What hands are here ? Ha ! they pluck out mine...Clean from my hand ? No ; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnardine, Making the green — one red. Enter LADY MACBETH. Lady. My hands are... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 432 trang
...MACBETH. [Knocking within. Macb. Whence is that knocking ! How is't with me, when every noise appalls me ? What hands are here ? Ha ! they pluck out mine...Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnardine, Making the green— one red. Enter LADY MACBETH. Lady. My hands are... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1810 - 440 trang
...I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt. [Exit. Knocking within. Much. Whence is that knocking ? How is't with me, when every...they pluck out mine eyes ! Will all great Neptune's ocean6 wash this blood Clean from my hand t No ; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnardine,"... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 544 trang
...but as pictures : 'tis the eye of childhood, That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their...out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash his blood Clean from my hand ? No ; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnardine,1... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 476 trang
...Macb. Whence is that knocking? How is't with me, wheu every noise appals me ? What hands are here? lla! they pluck out mine eyes ! Will all great Neptune's...Making the green— one red. Re-enter Lady Macbeth. Lady Af. My hands are of your colour; but I shame . . To wear a heart so white. [Ktwk.] I hear a knock*... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1810 - 434 trang
...Are but as pictures : 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their...they pluck out mine eyes ! Will all great Neptune's ocean6 wash this blood Clean from my hand .' No ; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnardine,7... | |
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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 ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine,... 
