The Works of Shakespeare: The tragedy of Macbeth ; The tragedy of Hamlet ; The tragedy of King LearJ. M. Dent & Company, 1900 |
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... soul and to a notion crazed Say Thus did Banquo . ' First Mur . You made it known to us . Macb . I did so ; and went further , which is now Our point of second meeting . Do you find Your patience so predominant in your nature , That you ...
... soul and to a notion crazed Say Thus did Banquo . ' First Mur . You made it known to us . Macb . I did so ; and went further , which is now Our point of second meeting . Do you find Your patience so predominant in your nature , That you ...
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... soul's flight , If it find heaven , must find it out to - night . Scene II . The palace . Enter Lady Macbeth and a Servant . Lady M. Is Banquo gone from court ? Serv . Ay , madam , but returns again to - night . Lady M. Say to the king ...
... soul's flight , If it find heaven , must find it out to - night . Scene II . The palace . Enter Lady Macbeth and a Servant . Lady M. Is Banquo gone from court ? Serv . Ay , madam , but returns again to - night . Lady M. Say to the king ...
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... souls 150 That trace him in his line . No boasting like a fool ; This deed I'll do before this purpose cool : But no more sights ! -Where are these gentlemen ? Come , bring me where they are . Scene II . Fife . Macduff's castle . Enter ...
... souls 150 That trace him in his line . No boasting like a fool ; This deed I'll do before this purpose cool : But no more sights ! -Where are these gentlemen ? Come , bring me where they are . Scene II . Fife . Macduff's castle . Enter ...
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... soul Wiped the black scruples , reconciled my thoughts To thy good truth and honour . Devilish Macbeth By many of these trains hath sought to win me Into his power ; and modest wisdom plucks me From over - credulous haste : but God ...
... soul Wiped the black scruples , reconciled my thoughts To thy good truth and honour . Devilish Macbeth By many of these trains hath sought to win me Into his power ; and modest wisdom plucks me From over - credulous haste : but God ...
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... souls That stay his cure : their malady convinces The great assay of art ; but at his touch , Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand , They presently amend . 140 I thank you , doctor . [ Exit Doctor . Mal . Macd . What's the disease ...
... souls That stay his cure : their malady convinces The great assay of art ; but at his touch , Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand , They presently amend . 140 I thank you , doctor . [ Exit Doctor . Mal . Macd . What's the disease ...
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Banquo better blood Child Rowland conj Cordelia Corn daughter dead dear death deed Denmark Doct dost doth Edgar Edmund emendation Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fleance follow Fool Fortinbras Gent gentleman Ghost give Glou Gloucester Goneril grace Guil Guildenstern Hamlet hand hast hath hear heart heaven Hecate honour Horatio Julius Cæsar Kent king King Lear knave Lady Laer Laertes Lear look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff Mach madam matter mother murder nature night noble o'er Omitted in Folios omitted in Quartos Ophelia play poison'd Polonius poor pray Queen Regan revenge Rosencrantz Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Ross Scene servant Shakespeare sister sleep soul speak sword tell thane thee Theobald There's thine thing thou art villain Witch words ΙΟ
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Сторінка 11 - The effect and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief ! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry ' Hold, hold !
Сторінка 18 - What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, 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.
Сторінка 10 - This supernatural soliciting 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...
Сторінка 38 - Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, Till thou applaud the deed. 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.
Сторінка 18 - Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See, what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls ; the front of Jove himself ; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command ; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Сторінка 73 - Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now. 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.
Сторінка 18 - No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it : as thus : Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth into dust; the dust is earth ; of earth we make loam ; and why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel...
Сторінка 49 - 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.
Сторінка 11 - 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.
Сторінка 18 - O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit...