 | William Shakespeare - 1733 - 492 стор.
...Where our defire is got without content : 'Tis fafer to be That which we deftroy, Than by deftruction dwell in doubtful joy. Enter Macbeth. How now, my lord, why do you keep alone ? Of forrieft fancies your companions making, Ufing thofe thoughts, which fhould, indeed, have dy'd With... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1745 - 548 стор.
...our defire is got without content: 'Tis ' ' better s to be that which we deftroy, Than by dcllrudion dwell in doubtful joy. Enter Macbeth. How now, my Lord, why do you keep alone, Of forrieff fancies your companions making ? Ufing thofc thoughts, which fhouid indeed have dy'd With... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1747 - 348 стор.
...Where out defire is got without content : *Tis better to be that which we deftroy, Thau by deftru&on dwell in doubtful joy. Enter Macbeth. How now, my Lord, why do you keep alone, Of forrieft fancies your companions making ? Ufing thofe thoughts, which would indeed have dy'd With them... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1750 - 336 стор.
...Where our defire is got without content : 'Tis better to be that which we deftroy, Than by deftruclion dwell in doubtful joy, Enter Macbeth. How now, my Lord, why do you keep alone, Of forrieft fancies your companions making ? Ufing thofe thoughts, which fliould indeed have dy'd With... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1752 - 510 стор.
...Where our deli re is got without content: 'Tis fafer.to be That which we deftroy, Than by definition dwell in doubtful joy, Enter Macbeth. How now, my lord, why do you keep alone ? Of ibrrieft fancies your companions making, Ufmg thofe thoughts, which fhould, indeed, have dl'J With... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 652 стор.
...Where our defire is got without content. Tis fafer to be That which we deftroy, Than by deftrudtion dwell in doubtful joy. • • Enter Macbeth. How now, my lord, why do you keep alone ? Of ferrieft fancies your companions making, Ufmg thofe thoughts, which mould, indeed, have dyM With them... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1767 - 510 стор.
...Where our defire is got without content : 'Tis fafer to be that which we deftroy, Than by deftruftion dwell in doubtful joy. Enter Macbeth. How now, my Lord, why do you keep alone ? Of forriefl fancies your companions making, Ufing thofe thoughts, which mould, indeed, have dy'i With... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1768 - 360 стор.
...to be That which we deftroy, Than by deftruction dwell in doubtful joy, Serv. Madam, I will. \Exit Enter Macbeth. How now, my lord, why do you keep alone? Of forrieft fancies your companions making, Ufingthofe thoughts, which fhould, indeed, havedy'd With them... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 558 стор.
...Where our defire is got without content. 'Tis fafer to be that which we deftroy, Than, by deftru&ion, dwell in doubtful joy. Enter Macbeth. How now, my lord ? why do you keep alone ? Of forrieft fancies your companions making, Ufingthofe thoughts, which mould, indeed, havedy'd With them... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 514 стор.
...our defire is got without content: *Tis fafer to be that which we.deftroy, Than by deftruciion uwell in doubtful joy* Enter Macbeth. How now, my Lord, why do you keep alone? ' Of forrieft fancies your companions making, . Ufing thofe thoughts, which fhould, indeed, have dy'dL With... | |
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Enter MACBETH. How now, my lord ? why do you keep alone, Of sorriest fancies your companions making ? Using those thoughts which should indeed have died With them they think on ? Things without all remedy, Should be without regard : what's done is done. 
