 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 710 páginas
...: I have supp'd full with Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry? SEY. The queen, my lord, is...dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! Life's but a walking shadow ; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 630 páginas
...supped full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry? Sey. The queen, my lord, is...dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! Life's but a walking shadow ; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 488 páginas
...supp'd full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry ? Sey. The queen, my lord,...dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! Life's but a walking shadow ; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no... | |
 | 1857 - 454 páginas
...thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Re-enter DOCTOR. DoC. The queen, my lord, is dead. MAC. She'should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time...dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! Life's but a walking shadow ; a poor player Finisci, e breve cerо ! Ombra che fugge, Ecco la vita ; un mimo che,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Richard Grant White - 1861 - 548 páginas
...Wherefore was that cry ? Enter SETTON. Sey. The Queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should have di'd hereafter: There would have been a time for such a...dusty death. — Out, out, brief candle ! Life's but a walking shadow ; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 394 páginas
...horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thougnts. Cannot once start me. Wherefore was that cry t Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should...To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 740 páginas
...full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me. Re-enter SEYTON. Wherefore was that cry ? Sey. The queen, my...should have died hereafter ; There would have been a timejbr such a word. — To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1858 - 752 páginas
...supp'd full with horrors : Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry ? Sey. The queen, my lord,...To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have... | |
 | Alexander Winton Buchan - 1859 - 120 páginas
...have supp'd full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. Wherefore was that cry ? Sey. The queen, my lord,...dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! Life's but a walking shadow ; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no... | |
 | Phoebe S. Spinrad - 1987 - 346 páginas
...time or other,—Use dispatch, my lords-, We'll suddenly prepare our coronation. (5.2.89-93) Macbeth: She should have died hereafter, There would have been...word. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have... | |
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She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way... 
