Shakespere's Works, 10. köideD. Appleton, 1897 |
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... poor and single business , to contend Against those honours deep and broad , wherewith Your majesty loads our house : for those of old , And the late dignities heap'd up to them , We rest your hermits . Dun , Where's the Thane of Cawdor ...
... poor and single business , to contend Against those honours deep and broad , wherewith Your majesty loads our house : for those of old , And the late dignities heap'd up to them , We rest your hermits . Dun , Where's the Thane of Cawdor ...
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... Letting ' I dare not ' wait upon ' I would , ' Like the poor cat i ' the adage ? Macb . Prithee , peace . I dare do all that may become a man ; Who dares do more is none . Lady M. What beast was ' t then That made 18 АСТ 1 MACBETH.
... Letting ' I dare not ' wait upon ' I would , ' Like the poor cat i ' the adage ? Macb . Prithee , peace . I dare do all that may become a man ; Who dares do more is none . Lady M. What beast was ' t then That made 18 АСТ 1 MACBETH.
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... poor malice Remains in danger of her former tooth . But let the frame of things disjoint , both the worlds suffer , Ere we will eat our meal in fear , and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly . Better ...
... poor malice Remains in danger of her former tooth . But let the frame of things disjoint , both the worlds suffer , Ere we will eat our meal in fear , and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly . Better ...
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... fly ? He loves us not ; He wants the natural touch ; for the poor wren , The most diminutive of birds , will fight , Her young ones in her nest , against the owl . All is the fear and nothing is the love ; SCENE II 55 MACBETH 55.
... fly ? He loves us not ; He wants the natural touch ; for the poor wren , The most diminutive of birds , will fight , Her young ones in her nest , against the owl . All is the fear and nothing is the love ; SCENE II 55 MACBETH 55.
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... Poor bird ! thou ' dst never fear the net nor lime , The pitfall nor the gin . Son . Why should I , mother ? Poor birds they are not set for . My father is not dead , for all your saying . L. Macd . Yes , he is dead : how wilt thou do ...
... Poor bird ! thou ' dst never fear the net nor lime , The pitfall nor the gin . Son . Why should I , mother ? Poor birds they are not set for . My father is not dead , for all your saying . L. Macd . Yes , he is dead : how wilt thou do ...
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Alack Banquo better blood Castle Cawdor Cordelia Corn daughter dead dear death Doct dost thou doth duke Duke of Cornwall EDGAR Edmund Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear fellow Fleance Fool Fortinbras foul Gent gentleman Ghost give Glou Gloucester GONERIL grace Guil GUILDENSTERN Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour Horatio Kent king knave Lady Laer Laertes Lear look lord Macb Macd Macduff Mach madam majesty matter mother murder nature night noble Norway nuncle o'er Ophelia poison'd POLONIUS poor pray Prithee Queen Re-enter Regan ROSENCRANTZ ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN Ross SCENE Second Witch Servants sister SIWARD sleep soul speak sweet sword tell Thane thee There's thine thing Third Witch thou art thou hast thought to-night tongue trumpet villain would'st
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Page 139 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
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Page 21 - 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 17 - He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
Page 19 - Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck ; and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me ; I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn, As you have done to this.
Page 102 - Ham. Angels and ministers of grace defend us ! Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from Heaven, or blasts from Hell, Be thy intents wicked, or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee.
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