 | Nicola Grove, Keith Park - 2001 - 118 strani
...martlet, does approve By his loved mansionry that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here. Lady Macbeth The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements. Finally, the two groups meet. All bow to Duncan, who goes around the group touching hands (as in 1.1,... | |
 | Philip Gooden - 2002 - 520 strani
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 | Allardyce Nicoll - 2002 - 196 strani
...keen knife see not the wound it makes" (i, v, 51). Some of her images echo Macbeth's 'Gothic' imagery. "The raven himself is hoarse that croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan under my battlements" (i, v, 39). The idea of murdering Duncan was first conceived by Macbeth. Lady Macbeth reminds him of this... | |
 | Wystan Hugh Auden - 2002 - 428 strani
...murder, but she is guilty in intention, and really more guilty than Macbeth because she stirs him up: The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements. Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe,... | |
 | Juliane Vogel - 2002 - 464 strani
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 | James Hogg - 2002 - 388 strani
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 | Millicent Bell - 2002 - 316 strani
...Duncan is at her door and she reels with the shock of his pat arrival and observes grimly to herself, "The raven himself is hoarse/ That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan" — a line which recalls with only the faintest irony Hamlet's demand for the commencement of "The... | |
 | Stuart E. Omans, Maurice J. O'Sullivan - 2003 - 270 strani
...Than would make up his message. Lady Macbeth: Give him tending; He brings great news. (Exit Servant) The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements. Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe... | |
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The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements. Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood ; Stop up... 
