The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with a selection of notes from the most emient commentators, &c., by A. Chalmers, 4. köide |
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Page 312
... Rosse , Menteth , Noblemen of Scotland . Angus , Cathness , Fleance , Son to Banquo . Siward , Earl of Northumberland , General of the English Forces : Young Siward , his Son . Seyton , an Officer attending on Macbeth . Son to Macduff ...
... Rosse , Menteth , Noblemen of Scotland . Angus , Cathness , Fleance , Son to Banquo . Siward , Earl of Northumberland , General of the English Forces : Young Siward , his Son . Seyton , an Officer attending on Macbeth . Son to Macduff ...
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... Rosse . Who comes here ? Mal . The worthy thane of Rosse . Len . What a haste looks through his eyes ! So should he look , That seems to speak things strange . Rosse . God save the king ! From Fife , great king , Dun . Whence cam'st ...
... Rosse . Who comes here ? Mal . The worthy thane of Rosse . Len . What a haste looks through his eyes ! So should he look , That seems to speak things strange . Rosse . God save the king ! From Fife , great king , Dun . Whence cam'st ...
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... Rosse . I'll see it done . Dun . What he hath lost , noble Macbeth hath won . [ Exeunt . SCENE III A Heath . Thunder . Enter the three Witches . 1 Witch . Where hast thou been , sister ? 2 Witch . Killing swine . 3 Witch . Sister ...
... Rosse . I'll see it done . Dun . What he hath lost , noble Macbeth hath won . [ Exeunt . SCENE III A Heath . Thunder . Enter the three Witches . 1 Witch . Where hast thou been , sister ? 2 Witch . Killing swine . 3 Witch . Sister ...
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... By Sinel's death , ] The father of Macbeth . -eaten of the insane root , ] The insane root is the root which makes insane , and which the commentators have not disco- vered . Enter ROSSE and ANGUS . Rosse . The king hath MACBETH . 321.
... By Sinel's death , ] The father of Macbeth . -eaten of the insane root , ] The insane root is the root which makes insane , and which the commentators have not disco- vered . Enter ROSSE and ANGUS . Rosse . The king hath MACBETH . 321.
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William Shakespeare George Steevens, Alexander Chalmers. Enter ROSSE and ANGUS . Rosse . The king hath happily receiv'd , Macbeth , The news of thy success : and when he reads Thy personal venture in the rebels ' fight , His wonders and ...
William Shakespeare George Steevens, Alexander Chalmers. Enter ROSSE and ANGUS . Rosse . The king hath happily receiv'd , Macbeth , The news of thy success : and when he reads Thy personal venture in the rebels ' fight , His wonders and ...
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Page 367 - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Page 373 - Blood hath been shed ere now i' the olden time, Ere human statute purged the gentle weal; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear : the times have been, That when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end: but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools: this is more strange Than such a murder is.
Page 345 - Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. — Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Page 322 - Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner You greet with present grace, and great prediction Of noble having, and of royal hope, That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not: If you can look into the seeds of time, And say, which grain will grow, and which will not, Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, Your favours, nor your hate.
Page 183 - You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock ; And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race ; This is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather : but The art itself is nature.
Page 374 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! Let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with.
Page 331 - Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
Page 182 - Say there be; Yet nature is made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Page 344 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Page 344 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest : I see thee still ; And on thy blade, and dudgeon, gouts of blood, Which was not so before. — There's no such thing : It is the bloody business, which informs Thus to mine eyes. — Now o'er the one...