The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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Sivu 3
... tell : - But I am faint , my gafhes cry for help . Dun . So well thy words become thee , as thy wounds ; They smack of honour both : -Go , get him furgeons . [ Exit Soldier , attended . Enter ROSSE . Who comes here ? Mal . The worthy ...
... tell : - But I am faint , my gafhes cry for help . Dun . So well thy words become thee , as thy wounds ; They smack of honour both : -Go , get him furgeons . [ Exit Soldier , attended . Enter ROSSE . Who comes here ? Mal . The worthy ...
Sivu 6
... tell me more : By Sinel's death , I know , I am thane of Glamis ; But how of Cawdor ? the thane of Cawdor lives , A profperous gentleman ; and , to be king , Stands not within the profpect of belief , No more than to be Cawdor . Say ...
... tell me more : By Sinel's death , I know , I am thane of Glamis ; But how of Cawdor ? the thane of Cawdor lives , A profperous gentleman ; and , to be king , Stands not within the profpect of belief , No more than to be Cawdor . Say ...
Sivu 8
... tell us truths ; Win us with honeft trifles , to betray us In deepest confequence.- Coufins , a word , I pray you . Macb . Two truths are told , As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme . - I thank you , gentlemen ...
... tell us truths ; Win us with honeft trifles , to betray us In deepest confequence.- Coufins , a word , I pray you . Macb . Two truths are told , As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme . - I thank you , gentlemen ...
Sivu 48
... tell Where he bestows himself ? The fon of Duncan , Lord . From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth , Lives in the English court ; and is receiv'd Of the most pious Edward with such grace , That the malevolence of fortune nothing ...
... tell Where he bestows himself ? The fon of Duncan , Lord . From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth , Lives in the English court ; and is receiv'd Of the most pious Edward with such grace , That the malevolence of fortune nothing ...
Sivu 52
... Tell me , thou unknown power , - 1. Witch . He knows thy thought ; Hear his fpeech , but fay thou nought . App . Macbeth ! Macbeth ! Macbeth ! beware Macduff ; Beware the thane of Fife . - Difmifs me : -Enough . [ defcends . Macb . What ...
... Tell me , thou unknown power , - 1. Witch . He knows thy thought ; Hear his fpeech , but fay thou nought . App . Macbeth ! Macbeth ! Macbeth ! beware Macduff ; Beware the thane of Fife . - Difmifs me : -Enough . [ defcends . Macb . What ...
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againſt anſwer arms Arth Aumerle Baft baniſh'd Banquo Baſtard blood Boling Bolingbroke breath cauſe Cawdor Conft coufin crown death doft doth Duch duke duke of Hereford England Engliſh Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes fair fame father Faulconbridge fear fhall fhame fight fince firſt flain Fleance fleep foldiers fome forrow foul fpirit France friends ftand fubject fuch Gaunt grief hand hath heart heaven highneſs himſelf honour Hubert itſelf James Gurney King John King RICHARD Lady land laſt liege lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff majeſty moſt muft muſt myſelf noble Northumberland Pand PANDULPH peace pleaſe preſent prince purpoſe Queen Rich Roffe ſay SCENE ſee ſhall ſhame ſhe ſhould ſhow ſpeak ſtand ſtate ſtay ſtill ſtrong ſweet thane thee thefe theſe thine thoſe thou art thouſand tongue traitor uncle uſe whofe Whoſe Witch York
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Sivu 73 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Sivu 21 - 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. Whiles I threat, he lives: Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. [A bell rings. I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
Sivu 16 - Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels trumpet-tongued against The deep damnation of his taking-off; And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Sivu 49 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Sivu 91 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Sivu 55 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Sivu 16 - 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.
Sivu 20 - 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?
Sivu 23 - How is't with me, when every noise appals me ? What hands are here ? ha ! they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand ? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
Sivu 16 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...