The Handy-volume Shakspeare ...Bradbury, Agnew & Company, 1873 |
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... Mach . Where ? Len . is't that moves your highness ? Here , my good lord . What What , my good lord ? Macb . Which of you have done this ? Lords . Mach . Thou canst not say I did it never shake Thy gory locks at me . Rosse . Gentlemen ...
... Mach . Where ? Len . is't that moves your highness ? Here , my good lord . What What , my good lord ? Macb . Which of you have done this ? Lords . Mach . Thou canst not say I did it never shake Thy gory locks at me . Rosse . Gentlemen ...
Page 49
... Mach . Pr'ythee , see there ! behold ! look ! lo ! how say you ? Why , what care I ? If thou canst nod , speak too.- If charnel - houses , and our graves , must send Those that we bury , back , our monuments Shall be the maws of kites ...
... Mach . Pr'ythee , see there ! behold ! look ! lo ! how say you ? Why , what care I ? If thou canst nod , speak too.- If charnel - houses , and our graves , must send Those that we bury , back , our monuments Shall be the maws of kites ...
Page 51
... Mach . How say'st thou , that Macduff denies his person , At our great bidding ? Lady M. Did you send to him , sir ? Mach . I hear it by the way ; but R 2 SC . IV . 51 MACBETĪ . Lady M. You have displaced the mirth, broke ...
... Mach . How say'st thou , that Macduff denies his person , At our great bidding ? Lady M. Did you send to him , sir ? Mach . I hear it by the way ; but R 2 SC . IV . 51 MACBETĪ . Lady M. You have displaced the mirth, broke ...
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