PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 |
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... Macb . I have done the deed : -didst thou not hear a noise ? [ crickets cry . Lady . I heard the owls scream and the Did not you speak ? Macb . When ? Lady . Now . Macb . As I descended ? Lady . Ay . [ ber ? Macb . Hark ! who lies i ...
... Macb . I have done the deed : -didst thou not hear a noise ? [ crickets cry . Lady . I heard the owls scream and the Did not you speak ? Macb . When ? Lady . Now . Macb . As I descended ? Lady . Ay . [ ber ? Macb . Hark ! who lies i ...
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... Macb . Pr'ythee , see there ! Lady . What's to be done ? [ est chuck , Macb . Be innocent of the knowledge , dear- Behold ! look ! lo ! how say you ? Till thou applaud the deed . Come , seeling too . [ done , [ Pointing to the Ghost ...
... Macb . Pr'ythee , see there ! Lady . What's to be done ? [ est chuck , Macb . Be innocent of the knowledge , dear- Behold ! look ! lo ! how say you ? Till thou applaud the deed . Come , seeling too . [ done , [ Pointing to the Ghost ...
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... Macb . It will have blood , they say ; blood will have blood : [ speak ; Stones have been known to move , and trees to Augurs , and understood relations , have [ forth , By magot - pies , and choughs , and rooks , brought The secret'st ...
... Macb . It will have blood , they say ; blood will have blood : [ speak ; Stones have been known to move , and trees to Augurs , and understood relations , have [ forth , By magot - pies , and choughs , and rooks , brought The secret'st ...
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