The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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... live a man forbid : Weary fev'n - nights , nine times nine , Shall he dwindle , peak , and pine : Though his bark cannot be loft , Yet it fhall be tempest - toft . Look what I have . 2. Witch . Show me , fhow me . 1. Witch . Here I have ...
... live a man forbid : Weary fev'n - nights , nine times nine , Shall he dwindle , peak , and pine : Though his bark cannot be loft , Yet it fhall be tempest - toft . Look what I have . 2. Witch . Show me , fhow me . 1. Witch . Here I have ...
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... lives , A profperous gentleman ; and , to be king , Stands not within the profpect of belief , No more than to be Cawdor . Say , from whence You owe this ftrange intelligence ? or why Upon this blafted heath you ftop our way With fuch ...
... lives , A profperous gentleman ; and , to be king , Stands not within the profpect of belief , No more than to be Cawdor . Say , from whence You owe this ftrange intelligence ? or why Upon this blafted heath you ftop our way With fuch ...
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... , He bade me , from him , call thee thane of Cawdor ; In which addition , hail , moft worthy thane ! For it is thine . Ban . What , can the devil speak true ? B 4 Macb , Macb . The thane of Cawdor lives ; Why do AG 1 . 7 MACBETH .
... , He bade me , from him , call thee thane of Cawdor ; In which addition , hail , moft worthy thane ! For it is thine . Ban . What , can the devil speak true ? B 4 Macb , Macb . The thane of Cawdor lives ; Why do AG 1 . 7 MACBETH .
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William Shakespeare. Macb . The thane of Cawdor lives ; Why do you dress me In borrow'd robes ? Ang . Who was the thane , lives yet ; But under heavy judgement bears that life Which he deferves to lofe . Whether he was Combin ' with ...
William Shakespeare. Macb . The thane of Cawdor lives ; Why do you dress me In borrow'd robes ? Ang . Who was the thane , lives yet ; But under heavy judgement bears that life Which he deferves to lofe . Whether he was Combin ' with ...
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... live a coward in thine own esteem ; Letting I dare not wait upon I would , Like the poor cat i ' the adage ? Macb . Pr'ythee , peace : dare do all that may become a man ; Who dares do more , is none . Lady M. That made What beast was it ...
... live a coward in thine own esteem ; Letting I dare not wait upon I would , Like the poor cat i ' the adage ? Macb . Pr'ythee , peace : dare do all that may become a man ; Who dares do more , is none . Lady M. That made What beast was it ...
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الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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?
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...