 | William Shakespeare - 1752 - 268 halaman
...fleep, whs have died holily in their beds. Lady. Wafh your hands, put on your.night-gowni look not fo pale — I tell you yet again Banquo's buried ; he cannot come out of his grave. Doff. Even fo ? Lady. To bed, to bed ; there's knocking at the gatftj come, come, come,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1778 - 632 halaman
...fteep, who have died holily in their beds. Lady. Wafh your hands, put on your night-gown j look not fo pale : — I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried ; he cannot come out of his grave. Dott. Even fo ? Lady. To bed, to bed; there's knocking at th£ gate. Come, come, come,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1784 - 1118 halaman
...tlieaUeep, who have died holily in their beds. ¿jjy. Walh your hands, put on your nightgown ; look not I'o pale : — I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried ; he cannot come out of hjs £i*ave. Do». Even fo ? L¿dy. To bed, to bed ; there's knocking at tbc gate. Come, come, come,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1784 - 1116 halaman
...fleep, who have died holily in their beds. Lady. Walh your hands, put on your nightgown ; look nnt fo pale : — I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried ¡ he cannot come out of his grave. .Dot?. Even fo ? Laay. To bed, to bed ; there's knocking at the gate. Come, с ime, come,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 480 halaman
...Gent. She has spoke what she should not, I am sure pf that : heaven knows what she hath known. 51 Lady. Here's the smell of the blood still : all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this litttle hand. Oh! oh! oh I Dofl. What a sigh is there 1 The heart is sorely charg'd. Gent.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1797 - 592 halaman
...fleep, who have iedholily in their beds. LADT M. Wafh your hands, put on your night-gown; look not fo pale : — I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried ; He cannot come out of his grave. DOCT. Even fo ? Lior M. To bed, to bed ; there's knocking at the gate. Come, come, come,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 558 halaman
...Yet I have known those which have walk'd in their sleep, who have died holily in their beds. Lady M. Wash your hands, put on your nightgown; look not so...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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 412 halaman
...Gent. She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of that: Heaven knows what she has known. Lady M. Here's the smell of the blood still : all the perfumes...Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh! oh! oh! Doct. What a sigh is there ! The heart is sorely charged. Gent. I would not have such a heart in my... | |
 | Jean-Gabriel Peltier, James Adams - 1803 - 494 halaman
...were, the voice of general indignation, uttered in the expressive language of Shakespeare : " There is the smell of the blood still ! all the " perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten that hand.— « Oh ! oh ! oh \ ',' " Will all great Neptune's ocean wash the blood " Clean... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 454 halaman
...Gent. She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of that: Heaven knows what she has known. Lady M. Here's the smell of the blood still : all the perfumes...Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh! oh! oh! Doct. What a sigh is there ! The heart is sorely charged. Gent. I would not have such a heart in my... | |
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Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. 
