| William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 458 страници
...— I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried ; he cannot come out of his grave. Doct. Even so? Lady M. To bed, to bed; there's knocking at the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your hand; What's done, cannot be undone : To bed, to bed, to bed. [Exit Lady MACBETH. Doct. Will she go now to... | |
| University of Cambridge - 1830 - 636 страници
...nightgown ; look not so pale : I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried ; he cannot come out of his grave. — To bed, to bed ; there's knocking at the gate ! Come, come, come, come, give me your hand. What's done cannot be undone. — To bed, to bed, to bed. DA VIES SCHOLARSHIP. THE annual income of... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1833 - 1140 страници
...— I tell you yet again, Banrjuo's buried; he cannot come out of his grave. Doi't. Hveu so? Lady M. s. ; What's done, cannot be undone: To bed, to bed, to bed. [Exit Lady MACBBTH. Doct. Will she go now... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1836 - 570 страници
...— I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried ; he cannot come out of his grave. Doct. Even so ! Lady M. To bed, to bed ; there's knocking at the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your hand. What's done, cannot be undone. To bed, to bed, to bed. [Exit LADY MACBETH. Doct. Will she go now to... | |
| Edward Mammatt - 1836 - 370 страници
...clean? Here's the smell of blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. To bed — to bed ; there's knocking at the gate : come, come, come, come, give me your hand ; what's done cannot be undone. To bed — to bed — to bed." — Nothing can exceed the fidelity... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1836 - 624 страници
...— I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried ; he cannot come out of his grave. Doct. Even so ? Lady M. To bed, to bed ; there's knocking at the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your hand ; What's done, cannot be undone : To bed, to bed, to bed. [Exit Lady MACBETH. Doct. Will she go now... | |
| 1836 - 744 страници
...the smell of blood still : all the perfumes of A rabia will not sweeten this little hand. To hed — to bed ; there's knocking at the gate : come, come, come, come, give me your hand ; what's done cannot be undone. To bed — to bed — to bed." — Nothing can exceed the fidelity... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1838 - 1130 страници
...— 1 tell you yet again, Banquo's buried ; he cannot come out of his grave. Doct. Even so t Lady M. pWpXp:g ; What's done, cannot be undone ; To bed, to bed, to bed. [Eiit Lady MACBETH. Doct. Will she go now... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1839 - 572 страници
...pale.—I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried; he cannot come out of his grave. Doct. Even so! Lady M. To bed, to bed; there's knocking at the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your hand. What's done, cannot be undone. To bed, to bed, to bed. [Exit LADY MACBETH. Doct. Will she go now to... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1843 - 406 страници
...look not so pale : — I tell you yet again, Banquo 's buried ; he cannot come out on 's grave. M . To bed, to bed; there's knocking at the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your hand. What 's done cannot be undone ; To bed, to bed, to bed. [Exit LADY MACBETH. Doct. Will she go now to... | |
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