The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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... fight , His wonders and his praises do contend , Which should be thine , or his : Silenc'd with that , In viewing o'er the reft o ' the self - fame day , He finds thee in the ftout Norweyan ranks , Nothing afeard of what thyself didst ...
... fight , His wonders and his praises do contend , Which should be thine , or his : Silenc'd with that , In viewing o'er the reft o ' the self - fame day , He finds thee in the ftout Norweyan ranks , Nothing afeard of what thyself didst ...
Strana 20
... fight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind ; a false creation , Proceeding from the heat - oppreffed brain ? I fee thee yet , in form as palpable As this which now I draw . Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going ; And fuch an ...
... fight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind ; a false creation , Proceeding from the heat - oppreffed brain ? I fee thee yet , in form as palpable As this which now I draw . Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going ; And fuch an ...
Strana 22
... fight . Donalbain . [ Looking on his hands . Lady M. A foolish thought , to say a forry fight . Macb . There's one did laugh in his sleep , and one cried , murder ! That they did wake each other ; I stood and heard them : But they did ...
... fight . Donalbain . [ Looking on his hands . Lady M. A foolish thought , to say a forry fight . Macb . There's one did laugh in his sleep , and one cried , murder ! That they did wake each other ; I stood and heard them : But they did ...
Strana 27
... fight With a new Gorgon : -Do not bid me speak ; See , and then speak yourselves . - Awake ! awake ! — [ Exeunt MACBETH and LENOX . Ring the alarum - bell : -Murder ! and treafon ! Banquo , and Donalbain ! Malcolm ! awake ! Shake off ...
... fight With a new Gorgon : -Do not bid me speak ; See , and then speak yourselves . - Awake ! awake ! — [ Exeunt MACBETH and LENOX . Ring the alarum - bell : -Murder ! and treafon ! Banquo , and Donalbain ! Malcolm ! awake ! Shake off ...
Strana 29
... fight Of treasonous malice . Macb . All . Macb . And fo do I. So all . Let's briefly put on manly readiness , And meet i ' the hall together . All . Well contented . [ Exeunt all but MAL . and DON . Mal . What will you do ? Let's not ...
... fight Of treasonous malice . Macb . All . Macb . And fo do I. So all . Let's briefly put on manly readiness , And meet i ' the hall together . All . Well contented . [ Exeunt all but MAL . and DON . Mal . What will you do ? Let's not ...
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Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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?
Strana 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.
Strana 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...