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 7
... once her choppy finger laying Upon her skinny lips : -You should be women , And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are fo . MACB . Speak , if you can ; -What are you ? 1 WITCH . All hail , Macbeth ! hail to thee , thane of ...
... once her choppy finger laying Upon her skinny lips : -You should be women , And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are fo . MACB . Speak , if you can ; -What are you ? 1 WITCH . All hail , Macbeth ! hail to thee , thane of ...
Strana 46
... once , good night : - Stand not upon the order of your going , But go at once . LEN . Good night , and better health Attend his majesty ! LADY M. A kind good night to all ! [ worse ; [ Exeunt LORDS , and Attendants . MACB . It will have ...
... once , good night : - Stand not upon the order of your going , But go at once . LEN . Good night , and better health Attend his majesty ! LADY M. A kind good night to all ! [ worse ; [ Exeunt LORDS , and Attendants . MACB . It will have ...
Strana 50
... once the hedge - pig whin'd . 3 WITCH . Harper cries : - ' Tis time , ' tis time . 1 WITCH . Round about the cauldron go ; In the poifon'd entrails throw.- Toad , that under coldest stone , Days and nights haft thirty one Swelter'd ...
... once the hedge - pig whin'd . 3 WITCH . Harper cries : - ' Tis time , ' tis time . 1 WITCH . Round about the cauldron go ; In the poifon'd entrails throw.- Toad , that under coldest stone , Days and nights haft thirty one Swelter'd ...
Strana 56
... once . L. MACD . Sirrah , your father's dead ; [ Exit Rosse . And what will you do now ? How will you live ? SON . As birds do , mother , L. MACD . What , with worms and flies ? SON . With what I get , I mean ; 56 MACBETH .
... once . L. MACD . Sirrah , your father's dead ; [ Exit Rosse . And what will you do now ? How will you live ? SON . As birds do , mother , L. MACD . What , with worms and flies ? SON . With what I get , I mean ; 56 MACBETH .
Strana 59
... once thought honeft : you have lov'd him well ; He hath not touch'd you yet . I am young ; but fomething You may deserve of him through me ; and wisdom To offer up a weak , poor , innocent lamb , To appease an angry god . MACD . I am ...
... once thought honeft : you have lov'd him well ; He hath not touch'd you yet . I am young ; but fomething You may deserve of him through me ; and wisdom To offer up a weak , poor , innocent lamb , To appease an angry god . MACD . I am ...
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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.