TragediesD. Appleton, 1876 |
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الصفحة 17
... 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 ...
الصفحة 18
... ? 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 ' the adage МАСВ . Prithee , peace : I dare do all 18 ACT I MACBETH .
... ? 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 ' the adage МАСВ . Prithee , peace : I dare do all 18 ACT I 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 ...
الصفحة 50
... 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 ; As little is the wisdom , where the flight So runs against all reason . My dearest coz ...
... 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 ; As little is the wisdom , where the flight So runs against all reason . My dearest coz ...
الصفحة 51
... Poor bird ! thou ' dst never fear the net , nor lime , The pit - fall , 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 ...
... Poor bird ! thou ' dst never fear the net , nor lime , The pit - fall , 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 ...
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Achilles AGAM Agamemnon AJAX Appears Aufidius Banquo bear blood Brutus Cæsar call'd CASCA Cassius CHAR Charmian CLEO Cleopatra Cominius Coriolanus CRES Cressida Cymbeline dead death deed Diomed doth ENOBARBUS Enter EROS Exeunt Exit eyes Farewell fear fight fool friends give gods GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven HECT Hector Henry Holinshed honour IACH Imogen Julius Cæsar king LADY Lepidus look lord Lucius MACB Macbeth MACD madam Marcius Mark Antony MESS never night noble Octavia Pandarus Patroclus peace Pisanio Pompey Posthumus pray Priam prince prithee queen Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE Shakspere Shakspere's sleep soldier speak stand sweet sword tell thee THER there's Thersites thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius Troilus Troy ULYSS unto Volces What's WITCH word worthy
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الصفحة 17 - 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...
الصفحة 288 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggar'd all description...
الصفحة 18 - 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...
الصفحة 15 - 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 232 - I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him: For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 35 - Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams, That shake us nightly: Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstacy.
الصفحة 229 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious ; And sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke ; But here I am to speak what I do know.
الصفحة 64 - Cure her of that: Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuffd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart? Doct. Therein the patient Must minister to himself.
الصفحة 41 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! Let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with ! Lady M.