 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...  King Lear: A Tragedy in Five Acts - Page 59by William Shakespeare - 1808 - 78 lehteFull view - About this book
 | Alexander Winton Buchan - 1854 - 332 lehte
...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 bu-t a walking shadow ; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1854 - 440 lehte
...thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry ? .Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Juacb. She should have died hereafter ; There would have...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 - 1856 - 406 lehte
...Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry ? Seg. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should have...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 out yesterdays have... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1856 - 996 lehte
...supp'd lull with horrors ; Dimness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me". — y say, that they have measur'd many a mile, To tread...this grass. . llux. It is not so: ask them, how m lorsuch a word. — To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 730 lehte
...full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me. Re-enter SEYTON. Wherefore was that cry ? Sey. The queen, my...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 lehte
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 630 lehte
...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 - 710 lehte
...: 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... | |
 | Michael E. Mooney - 1990 - 260 lehte
...with news of the Queen's death, Macbeth offers the most imaginatively powerful speech in the play: She should have died hereafter; There would have been...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... | |
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