| William Shakespeare - 1852 - 544 Seiten
...the swelling act Of the imperial theme. — I thank you, gentlemen. — This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill ; cannot be good :— If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing ma truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If pood, why do I yield to that suggestion^... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1852 - 550 Seiten
...the swelling act Of the imperial theme. — I thank you, gentlemen. — This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1853 - 148 Seiten
...supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : If ill, why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, The thane of Cawdor lives : why do you dress me In... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1853 - 746 Seiten
...the swelling act Of the imperial theme.— I thank you, gentlemen.— This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill : cannot be good. If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor: If good, why do I yield to that suggestion... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1854 - 440 Seiten
...the swelling act Of the imperial theme. — I thank you, gentlemen. — This supernatural soliciting2 Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that... | |
| Josiah Phillips Quincy - 1854 - 70 Seiten
...annotator notwithstanding says, "points" which is not unlikely to have been the genuine reading. " I am Thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion, Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against... | |
| 1854 - 768 Seiten
...otwcharg'd with double cracks, So they doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe." Bom 8. "Kadbetk.— I am Thane of Cawdor: If good, why do I yield to that suggestion, Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against... | |
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