The Plays of Shakespeare, 8. köideDoubleday & McClure Company, 1897 |
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... friend . He knows of the temptation that , trusted home , might yet enkindle him to seize the crown . Banquo , with vague misgiving that he would not or could not define to his own loyal mind , is about with his son . He would watch ...
... friend . He knows of the temptation that , trusted home , might yet enkindle him to seize the crown . Banquo , with vague misgiving that he would not or could not define to his own loyal mind , is about with his son . He would watch ...
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... friend straight to the ground of his misgivings " I dreamed last night of the three weird sisters : To you they have showed some truth . Macbeth . I think not of them . " Yet his next words , proposing conference with Banquo ...
... friend straight to the ground of his misgivings " I dreamed last night of the three weird sisters : To you they have showed some truth . Macbeth . I think not of them . " Yet his next words , proposing conference with Banquo ...
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... friendship . The men chosen to be Banquo's assassins , by whom he and Fleance are to be waylaid , wait without , and little questions , that seem aimless but are of deadly significance , are shot at intervals out of the dialogue ...
... friendship . The men chosen to be Banquo's assassins , by whom he and Fleance are to be waylaid , wait without , and little questions , that seem aimless but are of deadly significance , are shot at intervals out of the dialogue ...
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... friends , I must not look to have . " The contrast of the lost peace with the rooted sorrow that no medicine can cure , is followed by wild restless- ness , as he is being armed for the last struggle . The words are broken with ...
... friends , I must not look to have . " The contrast of the lost peace with the rooted sorrow that no medicine can cure , is followed by wild restless- ness , as he is being armed for the last struggle . The words are broken with ...
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... friend ! Say to the king the knowledge of the broil As thou didst leave it . Cap . Doubtful it stood , As two spent swimmers that do cling together And choke their art . The merciless Macdonwald- Worthy to be a rebel , for to that The ...
... friend ! Say to the king the knowledge of the broil As thou didst leave it . Cap . Doubtful it stood , As two spent swimmers that do cling together And choke their art . The merciless Macdonwald- Worthy to be a rebel , for to that The ...
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Banquo blood Canute Castle crown Danes daughter dead dear death deed Denmark Doct doth drink duke of Albanie Duncan Dunsinane England enimies Enter MACBETH Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fleance Fortinbras foul friends Ghost give grief Guil Hail hand hast hath haue hear heart heaven Hecuba honour Horatio Iames killed King king of Denmarke knocking Lady Macbeth Lady Macduff Laer Laertes look lord Macb Macd Macduff Malcolme mother murder nature night noble o'er Ophelia Osrick play players POLONIUS pray Queen revenge ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN Ross SCENE Scotland Shakespeare Siward slaine sleep soldier sonne soul speak spirit Sueno sweet sword tell thane of Cawdor thee There's thine things thither thou thought thrée to-night tongue vnto vpon weird sisters wife Witch words wouldst
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Page 66 - Methought I heard a voice cry "Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep," the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast, — Lady M.
Page 59 - 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 you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would 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...
Page 57 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, 'With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here. But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come...
Page 105 - Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake ; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and howlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble ; 20 Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Third Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches...
Page 31 - t that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice : Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy: For the apparel oft proclaims the man ; And they in France of the best rank and station Are most select and generous chief in that.
Page 46 - Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, • Against the use of nature...
Page 77 - That he should weep for her ? What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have ? He would drown the stage with tears, And cleave the general ear with horrid speech ; Make mad the guilty, and appal the free, Confound the ignorant ; and amaze, indeed, The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Page 77 - Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' the throat, As deep as to the lungs? Who does me this? Ha! Swounds, I should take it, for it cannot be But I am pigeon-liver'd, and lack gall To make oppression bitter, or ere this I should have fatted all the region kites With this slave's offal. Bloody, bawdy villain! Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!
Page 63 - 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.
Page 36 - 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...