Knight's Cabinet edition of the works of William Shakspere, المجلد 9 |
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... Dead Sea . The whole article ( four quarto pages ) copied from the Pictorial Palestine ' without that work being named . The same extracts , from the same travellers , in the same order , and with the same connecting and incidental ...
... Dead Sea . The whole article ( four quarto pages ) copied from the Pictorial Palestine ' without that work being named . The same extracts , from the same travellers , in the same order , and with the same connecting and incidental ...
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... dead for breath , had scarcely more Than would make up his message . Lady M. He brings great news . Give him tending , The raven himself is hoarse [ Exit Attendant . That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements . Come ...
... dead for breath , had scarcely more Than would make up his message . Lady M. He brings great news . Give him tending , The raven himself is hoarse [ Exit Attendant . That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements . Come ...
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... dead , and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep : witchcraft celebrates a Consent - union . b Dudgeon - the handle of the dagger . Pale Hecate's offerings ; and wither'd murther , Alarum'd by 28 [ ACT II . MACBETH .
... dead , and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep : witchcraft celebrates a Consent - union . b Dudgeon - the handle of the dagger . Pale Hecate's offerings ; and wither'd murther , Alarum'd by 28 [ ACT II . MACBETH .
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... dead , Are but as pictures ; ' t is the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil . If he do bleed , I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal , For it must seem their guilt . [ Exit . Knocking within . Macb . Whence is that knocking ...
... dead , Are but as pictures ; ' t is the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil . If he do bleed , I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal , For it must seem their guilt . [ Exit . Knocking within . Macb . Whence is that knocking ...
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... dead ; The wine of life is drawn , and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of . Enter MALCOLM and DONALBAIN . Don . What is amiss ? Macb . You are , and do not know ' t , The spring , the head : the fountain of your blood Is stopp ...
... dead ; The wine of life is drawn , and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of . Enter MALCOLM and DONALBAIN . Don . What is amiss ? Macb . You are , and do not know ' t , The spring , the head : the fountain of your blood Is stopp ...
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الصفحة 21 - 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!
الصفحة 31 - 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. What do you mean ? Macbeth. Still it cried 'Sleep no more !' to all the house: 'Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more ; Macbeth shall sleep no more.
الصفحة 25 - Was the hope drunk, Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since, And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire ? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would," Like the poor cat i
الصفحة 16 - Might yet enkindle you unto the crown, Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange : And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths; Win us with honest trifles, to betray us In deepest consequence— Cousins, a word, I pray you.
الصفحة 29 - Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep ; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings ; and wither'd murder, 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.
الصفحة 238 - Nothing but our undertakings ; when we vow to weep seas, live in fire, eat rocks, tame tigers ; thinking it harder for our mistress to devise imposition enough than for us to undergo any difficulty imposed. This is the monstruosity in love, lady, that the will is infinite, and the execution confined ; that the desire is boundless, and the act a slave to limit.
الصفحة 25 - 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.
الصفحة 28 - 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...
الصفحة 172 - Come not to me again : but say to Athens, Timon hath made his everlasting mansion Upon the beached verge of the salt flood ; Who once a day with his embossed froth The turbulent surge shall cover : thither come, And let my grave-stone be your oracle.
الصفحة 182 - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait On purpose laid to make the taker mad: Mad in pursuit and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; Before a joy proposed; behind a dream. All this the world well knows; 'yet none knows well To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell. cxxx My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips...