 I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal ; For it must seem their guilt. [Exit. Knocking within. Macb. 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...  Deconstructing Macbeth: The Hyperontological View - Page 103by Harald William Fawkner - 1990 - 261 pagesLimited preview - About this book
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 | Robert Ornstein - Literary Criticism - 2004 - 318 pages
...Whence is that knocking? How is 't with me, when every noise appalls me? What hands are here? Hah: they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune's...The multitudinous seas incarnadine. Making the green one, red. Enter Lady. Lady. My hands are of your color: but I shame To wear a heart so white. Come,... | |
 | Emily R. Wilson - History - 2004 - 314 pages
...back; his hands, like those of Seneca's Hercules, can never be clean again.7 What hands are here? Hah! they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune's...The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red. (2.2.56-60) Macbeth, like Hercules, sees his hands as permanently polluted; no water could... | |
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