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 6
... . I myself have all the other ; And the very ports they blow , All the quarters that they know I ' the fhipman's card . I will drain him dry as hay : Sleep fhall , neither night nor day , Hang upon 6 MACBETH . ROSSE. That now ...
... . I myself have all the other ; And the very ports they blow , All the quarters that they know I ' the fhipman's card . I will drain him dry as hay : Sleep fhall , neither night nor day , Hang upon 6 MACBETH . ROSSE. That now ...
Strana 7
To which is Added a Glossary William Shakespeare. Sleep fhall , neither night nor day , Hang upon his penthouse lid ; He shall live a man forbid : Weary fev'n - nights , nine times nine , Shall he dwindle , peak , and pine : Though his ...
To which is Added a Glossary William Shakespeare. Sleep fhall , neither night nor day , Hang upon his penthouse lid ; He shall live a man forbid : Weary fev'n - nights , nine times nine , Shall he dwindle , peak , and pine : Though his ...
Strana 15
... night , And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark , To cry , Hold , bold ! -Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH . Greater than ...
... night , And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark , To cry , Hold , bold ! -Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH . Greater than ...
Strana 16
... night's great business into my despatch ; Which fhall to all our nights and days to come Give folely fovereign fway and masterdom . MACB . We will speak further . LADY M. Only look up clear ; To alter favour ever is to fear : Leave all ...
... night's great business into my despatch ; Which fhall to all our nights and days to come Give folely fovereign fway and masterdom . MACB . We will speak further . LADY M. Only look up clear ; To alter favour ever is to fear : Leave all ...
Strana 17
... night . LADY M. Your fervants ever Have theirs , themselves , and what is theirs , in compt , To make their audit at your highness ' pleasure , Still to return your own . DUN . Give me your hand : Conduct me to mine hoft ; we love him ...
... night . LADY M. Your fervants ever Have theirs , themselves , and what is theirs , in compt , To make their audit at your highness ' pleasure , Still to return your own . DUN . Give me your hand : Conduct me to mine hoft ; we love him ...
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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.