The Dramatic Writings of Will. Shakespeare: With Introductory Prefaces to Each Play ; Printed Complete from the Best Editions, المجلد 6R. Morison Junr., 1798 |
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... leave it . Capt . Doubtful it ftood ; As two spent swimmers , that do cling together , And choak their art . The merciless Macdonel ( Worthy to be a rebel ; for to that The multiplying villanies of nature Do fwarm upon him ) , from the ...
... leave it . Capt . Doubtful it ftood ; As two spent swimmers , that do cling together , And choak their art . The merciless Macdonel ( Worthy to be a rebel ; for to that The multiplying villanies of nature Do fwarm upon him ) , from the ...
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... ; who did report , That very frankly he confefs'd his treafons ; Implor'd your highnefs ' pardon ; and set forth A deep repentance ; nothing in his life Beca Became him like the leaving it ; he dy'd As AB 1 . II MACBETH .
... ; who did report , That very frankly he confefs'd his treafons ; Implor'd your highnefs ' pardon ; and set forth A deep repentance ; nothing in his life Beca Became him like the leaving it ; he dy'd As AB 1 . II MACBETH .
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... leaving it ; he dy'd As one that had been ftudied in his death , To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd , As ' twere a careless trifle . King . There's no art To find the mind's conftruction in the face : He was a gentleman on whom I ...
... leaving it ; he dy'd As one that had been ftudied in his death , To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd , As ' twere a careless trifle . King . There's no art To find the mind's conftruction in the face : He was a gentleman on whom I ...
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... leave . King . My worthy Cawdor ! Macb . The prince of Cumberland ! -That is a step On which I must fall down , or elfe o'erleap , Afide . For in my way it lies . Stars , hide your fires ! Let not light fee my black and deep defires ...
... leave . King . My worthy Cawdor ! Macb . The prince of Cumberland ! -That is a step On which I must fall down , or elfe o'erleap , Afide . For in my way it lies . Stars , hide your fires ! Let not light fee my black and deep defires ...
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... Leave all the rest to me . [ Exeunt . SCENE VI . Hautboys , and Torches . Enter KING , MALCOLM , DONALBAIN , BANQUO , LE- NOX , MACDUFF , ROSSE , ANGUS , and Attendants . King . This caftle hath a pleasant feat ; the air Nimbly and ...
... Leave all the rest to me . [ Exeunt . SCENE VI . Hautboys , and Torches . Enter KING , MALCOLM , DONALBAIN , BANQUO , LE- NOX , MACDUFF , ROSSE , ANGUS , and Attendants . King . This caftle hath a pleasant feat ; the air Nimbly and ...
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الصفحة 68 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered...
الصفحة 18 - 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?
الصفحة 6 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the...
الصفحة 25 - Dear Duff, I pr'ythee, contradict thyself, And say, it is not so. Re-enter MACBETH and LENOX. Macb. Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
الصفحة 38 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
الصفحة 66 - 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.
الصفحة 9 - For in my way it lies. Stars hide your fires ! Let not light see my black and deep desires : The eye wink at the hand ! yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
الصفحة 21 - Infirm of purpose ! Give me the daggers : the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures : 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil.
الصفحة 66 - By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost ; It yearns me not if men my garments wear ; Such outward things dwell not in my desires : But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
الصفحة 10 - It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way : thou wouldst be great ; Art not without ambition ; but without The illness should attend it : what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily ; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win...