 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 420 páginas
...I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt. [Kxit. Knocking 'irilliin. Macb. Whence is that knocking? How is't with me, when...multitudinous seas incarnardine,* Making the green one red. Re-enter Lady MACBETH. Lady M. My hands are of your colour; but I shame To wear a heart so white. [Knock.']... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 508 páginas
...такс* ¡пи slam! !.>, iiv. En/, knocking wUhin. not stan(] lo . ¡n conclusion) eqilivocaies him ¡na 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 - 1853 - 746 páginas
...For it must seem their guilt \ l'..<-</. Knocking within. Macb. Whence is that knocking ? How is Ч with me, when every noise appals me? What hands are...mine eyes ! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Citan from my hand ? No ; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnardine, Making... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 148 páginas
...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 guilt. [Exit Knocking within....knocking ? How is't with me, when every noise appals me 1 What hands are here ? Ha ! they pluck out mine eyes ! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood... | |
 | Edward Hughes - 1853 - 766 páginas
...offiesh. Carnii-al, the feast before Lent, bidding farewell in Jlesh. " Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand ? No ; this my...multitudinous seas incarnardine, Making the green— one red." Shakspeare. Carronade, p. 235. Cams, dear, beloved; as, caress, cherish, charity. " The family of a... | |
 | Paul Epstein, Richard Schechner - 1978 - 84 páginas
...MAKBETH. What's that knocking? How is it with me when every noise appalls me? What hands are here? They pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune's...clean from my hand? No. This my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red. LADY MAKBETH. My hands are of your color,... | |
 | Dennis Bartholomeusz - 1969 - 336 páginas
...the more abrupt, powerful Folio rhythms which are on the edge of reason: What hands are here? hahl they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune's...Clean from my hand ? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous Sea incarnadine, Making the green one, red.6 1 Correspondence of Carrick, ed. Boaden,... | |
 | David R. B. Kimbell - 1981 - 724 páginas
...more! Macbeth does murder sleep,' . . . and later the appalling thought Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No, this my hand...multitudinous seas incarnardine, Making the green one red. Far from being disposed to reduce the richness of Shakespeare's language to some abstract expression... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2014 - 236 páginas
...the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt. [She exits. Knocking within] Macbeth Whence is that knocking? How is't with me, when every...What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! 60 Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather... | |
 | Raymond Filip - 1989 - 150 páginas
...cannonading bodychecks. He raised himself up by his broomstick, then scampered for his life, quoting Macbeth: "Whence is that knocking? How is't with me, when every...What hands are here? Ha! They pluck out mine eyes! The climax came in the dying seconds of the game. Wet Willie clamped Paul's skull into a headlock and... | |
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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, Making the green one red. 
