Works, Containing His Plays and Poems: To which is Added a Glossary, Zväzok 3G.G. & J. Robinson, R. Faulder, B. & J. White, J. Edwards, T. Payne, Jun. J. Walker, & J. Anderson, 1797 |
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Strana 43
... never shake Thy gory locks at me . ROSSE . Gentlemen , rise ; his highness is not well . LADY M. Sit , worthy friends : -My lord is often thus , And hath been from his youth : pray you , keep seat ; The fit is momentary ; upon a thought ...
... never shake Thy gory locks at me . ROSSE . Gentlemen , rise ; his highness is not well . LADY M. Sit , worthy friends : -My lord is often thus , And hath been from his youth : pray you , keep seat ; The fit is momentary ; upon a thought ...
Strana 45
... never tremble : Or , be alive again , And dare me to the desert with thy fword ; If trembling I inhibit thee , protest me The baby of a girl . Hence , horrible shadow ! [ Ghoft difappears . Unreal mockery , hence ! -Why , fo ; -being ...
... never tremble : Or , be alive again , And dare me to the desert with thy fword ; If trembling I inhibit thee , protest me The baby of a girl . Hence , horrible shadow ! [ Ghoft difappears . Unreal mockery , hence ! -Why , fo ; -being ...
Strana 47
... never call'd to bear my part , Or fhow the glory of our art ? And , which is worse , all you have done Hath been but for a wayward fon , Spiteful , and wrathful ; who , as others do , Loves for his own ends , not for you . But make ...
... never call'd to bear my part , Or fhow the glory of our art ? And , which is worse , all you have done Hath been but for a wayward fon , Spiteful , and wrathful ; who , as others do , Loves for his own ends , not for you . But make ...
Strana 53
... never vanquish'd be , until Great Birnam wood to high Dunfinane hill Shall come against him . MACB . That will never be : Who can imprefs the foreft ; bid the tree [ defcends Unfix his earth - bound root ? fweet bodements ! good ...
... never vanquish'd be , until Great Birnam wood to high Dunfinane hill Shall come against him . MACB . That will never be : Who can imprefs the foreft ; bid the tree [ defcends Unfix his earth - bound root ? fweet bodements ! good ...
Strana 55
... never is o'ertook , Unless the deed go with it : From this moment , The very firstlings of my heart fhall be The firstlings of my hand . And even now To crown my thoughts with acts , be it thought and done ; The caftle of Macduff I will ...
... never is o'ertook , Unless the deed go with it : From this moment , The very firstlings of my heart fhall be The firstlings of my hand . And even now To crown my thoughts with acts , be it thought and done ; The caftle of Macduff I will ...
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againſt anſwer arms art thou Banquo BARD Bardolph BAST beſt blood BOLING Bolingbroke cauſe coufin crown death defire doft doth duke England Engliſh Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes fafe faid Falſtaff fame father Faulconbridge fear fhall fhame fhow fight fince fir John firſt flain fleep foldiers fome forrow foul fpeak France friends ftand ftill fubject fuch fweet fword GAUNT give grace grief hand Harfleur Harry hath hear heart heaven highneſs himſelf honour horſe houſe itſelf LADY Lancaſter liege look lord MACB Macbeth MACD mafter majeſty moft moſt muft muſt myſelf never night noble Northumberland peace Percy PIST pleaſe POINS pray preſent prince purpoſe reaſon RICH ſay SCENE ſee SHAL ſhall ſhe ſhould ſhow ſpeak ſpirit ſtand ſtate ſtay tell thee theſe thine thoſe thou art thouſand tongue uſe whofe Whoſe WITCH yourſelf
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Strana 29 - 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.
Strana 39 - s to be done ? Macb. 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.
Strana 194 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed, and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry...
Strana 349 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis insensible, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I'll none of • it. Honour is a mere scutcheon : and so ends my catechism.
Strana 50 - 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 owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble, Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf : Witches...
Strana 220 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Strana 369 - Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him half his Troy was burnt...
Strana 349 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Strana 194 - Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out (I die pronouncing it), Like to a tenement, or pelting farm: England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds: That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Strana 19 - 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. 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.