 | John William Cole - 1859 - 810 sider
...a dozen lines. He prepares us for the description which his wife subsequently gives of him : — " Thou wouldst be great ; Art not without ambition ;...wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win." After his interview with the witches he never loses the bewildered look of a man whose mind has been... | |
 | John William Cole - 1859 - 416 sider
...a dozen lines. He prepares us for the description which his wife subsequently gives of him : — " Thou wouldst be great ; Art not without ambition ;...wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win." After his interview with the witches he never loses the bewildered look of a man whose mind has been... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 182 sider
...! What is't thou say'st ? — Her voice was ever soft, Gentle, and low. MACBETH. MACBETH'S TEiurER. Yet do I fear thy nature ; It is too full o' the milk...wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win. MACBETH. WITCHES DESCRIBED. What are these, So wither'd and so wild in their attire; That look not... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 188 sider
...Ha ! What is't thou say'st ?—Her voice was ever soft, Gentle, and low. MACBETH. SIACBETH'S TEMPER. Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk...wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win. What are these, WITCHES DESCRIBED. So wither'd and so wild in their attire; That look not like the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 838 sider
...to thy heart, and farewell, Glamie thou art, and Cawdor ; and shall be What thou art proniie'd : — : thou Mat have, great Glamis, That which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou have it ; And that which... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 834 sider
...thy heart, and farewell. Glamis thou art, and Cawdor ; and shalt be What thou art promis'd : — jet uk1 : thou Mst have, great Glamis, That which cries, Thus thou, mutt do, if thou have it ; And that which... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 836 sider
...thou miylitM not lose the does of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell. Glamis thou art,...be What thou art promis'd : — yet do I fear thy It is too full o' the milk of human kindness, To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great ; Art... | |
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Yet do I fear thy nature : It is too full o' the milk of human kindness. To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great ; Art not without ambition ; but without The illness should attend it : what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily ; wouldst... 
