Macbeth: A Cragedy in Five ActsDouglas, No. 11 Spruce St, 1848 - 60 strán (strany) |
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Výsledky 1 - 5 z 7.
Strana 10
... is't called to Fores ? — [ Observing the Witches.] What are these, So withered, and so wild in their attire, That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, And yet are on't? — Live you ? or are you aught That man may question ? You ...
... is't called to Fores ? — [ Observing the Witches.] What are these, So withered, and so wild in their attire, That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, And yet are on't? — Live you ? or are you aught That man may question ? You ...
Strana 25
... is't with me, when every noise appals me 1 What hands are here 1 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 incarnardine ...
... is't with me, when every noise appals me 1 What hands are here 1 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 incarnardine ...
Strana 27
... is't you say ? the life ? Lea. Mean you his majesty 1 Macd. Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight With a new Gorgon : — Do not bid me speak ; See, and then speak yourselves. — [Exeunt Macbeth and Lenox, R. Awake ! awake ! — Ring ...
... is't you say ? the life ? Lea. Mean you his majesty 1 Macd. Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight With a new Gorgon : — Do not bid me speak ; See, and then speak yourselves. — [Exeunt Macbeth and Lenox, R. Awake ! awake ! — Ring ...
Strana 30
... Is't known who did this more than bloody deed J Macd. Those that Macbeth hath slain. Len. Alas the day ! What good could they pretend ? Macd. They were suborned : Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's two sons, Are stol'n away and fled ...
... Is't known who did this more than bloody deed J Macd. Those that Macbeth hath slain. Len. Alas the day ! What good could they pretend ? Macd. They were suborned : Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's two sons, Are stol'n away and fled ...
Strana 31
... Is't far you ride ? Ban. As far, my lord, as will fill up the time 'Twixt this and supper : go not my horse the better, I must become a borrower of the night, For a dark hour or twain. Macb. Fail not our feast. Ban. My lord, I will not ...
... Is't far you ride ? Ban. As far, my lord, as will fill up the time 'Twixt this and supper : go not my horse the better, I must become a borrower of the night, For a dark hour or twain. Macb. Fail not our feast. Ban. My lord, I will not ...
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11 SPRUCE ST 1st Witch 2d Witch Banquo Beatrice di Tenda blood breast-plate CAST OF CHARACTERS Castle cauldron Chor dagger dare death deed DONALBAIN Drums—Exeunt Dunsinane Enter KING DUNCAN Enter LADY MACBETH Enter MACBETH Enter MACDUFF Enter SEYTON EPES SARGENT Exeunt Exit eyes fail fear Fife Fleance Flourish of Trumpets Garrick Gent Give Glamis hail hand hast hath hear heart Heaven Hecate honour horror i'the is't kelt L'Elisir D'Amore La Cenerentola La Sonnambula LENOX Lightning look lord Macb MACBETH.—First dress Macd Macduff Maid of Artois Malcolm Matthew Locke mounched murder night noble Norweyan Palace plaid vest robe Rosse satin Scotland SIWARD sleep soldier speak Spir spirits strange tartan Tattler terrible Thane of Cawdor thee There's thine things thou art Three WITCHES Thunder to-night Trumpets and Drums tyrant velvet weird sisters wife worthy Thane
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Strana 11 - 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 4 - It is too full o' the milk of human kindness, To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great ; Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily ; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'dst have, great Glamis, That which cries, "Thus thou must do, if thou have it" ; And that which rather thou dost fear to do, Than wishest should be undone.
Strana 3 - The Prince of Cumberland! That is a step On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires! Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Strana 27 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! let the earth hide thee! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with ! Lady M.
Strana 1 - New honours come upon him, Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould But with the aid of use.
Strana 20 - They hailed him father to a line of kings : Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown, And put a barren sceptre in my gripe, Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand, No son of mine succeeding.
Strana 44 - I have almost forgot the taste of fears : The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.
Strana 8 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Strana 28 - It will have blood, they say ; blood will have blood : Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak ; Augurs, and understood relations, have By magot-pies, and choughs, and rooks, brought forth The secret'st man of blood.