 | William Shakespeare - 1784 - 116 стор.
...I'll 'gild the faces, of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt. [Exit. Knoching witiiM Mac. Whence is that knocking ! How is't with me, when every...appals me ? What hands are here ? Ha! they pluck out min Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this Clean from my hand ? No ; this my hand wi The multitudinous... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 480 стор.
...I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seenrtheir guilt. [Exit. Knocking within. Mac. Whence is that knocking ! How is't with me, when every...What hands are here ? Ha ! they pluck out mine eyes 1 Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood 141 Clean from my hand ? No ; this my hand will rather... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 412 стор.
...devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt. [Exit. Knocking within. Macb. Whence is that knocking ? How...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 - 1803 - 558 стор.
...gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt. \_Ejcit. Knocking within. "Mac. Whence is that knocking! How is't with me, when every...What hands are here? Ha! they pluck out mine eyes ! The multitudinous seas incarnardine, Making the green — one red. Re-enter Lady Macbtth. Lady M.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 442 стор.
...devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt. [Exit. Knocking within. Macb. Whence is that knocking? How...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 стор.
...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 - 1806 - 434 стор.
...withal, For it must seem their guilt." [Exis. Knocking within. Macfi. Whence is that knocking! How is 't with me, when every noise appals me ? What hands are...mine eyes! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this hlood1 » 'tis the e^e of childhood, That fears a pamted devil. ] So, in Viltoria Cofomlxind, 1612... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 432 стор.
...withal, For it must seem their guilt.9 [Exit. Knocking ivithin, Mach. Whence is that knocking ! How is 't with me, when every noise appals me ? What hands are...mine eyes ! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this hlood1 • 'tit the eye of childhood, That fears a painted devil ] So, in Vittoria Coramkona, 1615... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 432 стор.
...their guilt. [Exit. Knoching within. Macb. Whence-ia that knocking ? Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand ? No ; this my...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.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 346 стор.
...• If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms wilhal, For it must seem their guilt. [Exit. Knocking within. Macb. Whence is that knocking ? How...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.... | |
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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. 
