 | John Burke, Sir Bernard Burke - 1847 - 636 sider
...Thou dost look Like Patience, gazing on King's graves, and smiling Extremity out of act. SHAKESPEARE. Duncan is in his grave ; After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well : Treason has done his worst : nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch... | |
 | William John Birch - 1848 - 570 sider
...gain our place, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstacy. — Duncan is in his grave ; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst ; nor steel nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - 78 sider
...to gain our place, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie, In restless ecstacy. Duncan is in his grave ; After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well ; Treason has done his worst ; nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1849 - 952 sider
...to gain our place, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.' Treason has done his worst : nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch... | |
 | Staffa - 1850 - 186 sider
...we, to gain our place, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless agony. Duncan is in his grave After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst ; nor steel, nor poison. Malice domestic, foreign levy — nothing, Can... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 606 sider
...gain our place, a have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy. 3 Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst; nor steel, nor poison, How now, my lord! why do you keep alone, Of sorriest'... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 576 sider
...to gain our place,2 have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.3 Duncan is in his grave ; After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst ; nor steel, nor poison, 1 Sorriest, most melancholy. 2 The first folio... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 408 sider
...to gain our place, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy .f Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch... | |
 | Harrow school - 1865 - 374 sider
...to gain our place, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave ; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well ; Treason has done his worst : nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 744 sider
...to gain our place, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave ; After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst; nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch... | |
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Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further. 
