| William Shakespeare - 1856 - 406 sider
...of you have done this ? Lords. What, my good lord ! Macb. Thou canst not say I did it : never shako Thy gory locks at me. » Rosse. Gentlemen, rise ; his highness is not well. Lady M. Sit, worthy friends : — my lord is often thus, And hath been from his youth : 'pray you, keep seat ; The fit... | |
| 1856 - 654 sider
...as did the distinguished member from New York, [Mr. H ASKIN, ] on this floor, a few days since : " Thou canst not say I did it; never shake Thy gory locks at me." Twice the free States of this Union have submitted to the unreasonable demands of Slavery, and humiliated... | |
| John Bartlett - 1856 - 660 sider
...and fears. Act iii. Sc. 4. Now good digestion wait on appetite, And health on both ! Act iii. Sc. 4. Thou canst not say, I did it : never shake Thy gory locks at me. Act iii. Sc. 4. Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with ! Act iii. Sc. 4.... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1857 - 488 sider
...is't that moves your highness ? Macb. Which of you have done this ? Lords. What, my good lord ? Macb. Thou canst not say, I did it : never shake Thy gory...rise ; his highness is not well. Lady M. Sit, worthy friends : — my lord is often thus, And hath been from his youth : — 'pray you, keep seat ; The... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1857 - 394 sider
...'t that moves your highness ? Macb. Which of you have done this ? Lords. What, my good lord ? Macb. Thou canst not say, I did it : never shake Thy gory...Rosse. Gentlemen, rise ; his highness is not well. L. Macb. Sit, worthy friends : — my lord is often thus, And hath been from his youth : 'pray you,... | |
| 1857 - 432 sider
...What is't that moves your highness ? MAC. Which of you have done this ? Ros. What, my good lord ? MAC. Thou canst not say, I did it : never shake Thy gory locks at me. ROs. Gentlemen rise ; his highness is not well. LADT M. Sit, worthy friends : — my lord is often... | |
| 1860 - 800 sider
...pallor of the boy's countenance, startled our eyes like the painful glare of midnight lightning. " Thou canst not say, I did it ! Never shake Thy gory locks at me ! " As the reader thrust the terror of these words upon us, all started back, for the curtain was plucked... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1857 - 630 sider
...'t that moves your highness ? Macb. Which of you have done this ? Lords. What, my good lord ? Macb. Thou canst not say, I did it : never shake Thy gory locks at me. House. Gentlemen, rise; his highness is not well. Lady M. Sit, worthy friends : — my lord is often... | |
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