Works, Containing His Plays and Poems: To which is Added a Glossary, Svazek 3G.G. & J. Robinson, R. Faulder, B. & J. White, J. Edwards, T. Payne, Jun. J. Walker, & J. Anderson, 1797 |
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Strana 22
... Hear not my steps , which way they walk , for fear Thy very stones prate of my where - about , And take the present horror from the time , Which now fuits with it . - Whiles I threat , he lives ; Words to the heat of deeds too cold ...
... Hear not my steps , which way they walk , for fear Thy very stones prate of my where - about , And take the present horror from the time , Which now fuits with it . - Whiles I threat , he lives ; Words to the heat of deeds too cold ...
Strana 23
... hear a noise ? LADY M. I heard the owl scream , and the crickets cry . Did not you speak ? MACB . When ? LADY M. Now . MACB . As I defcended ? LADY M. Ay . MACB . Hark ! - Who lies i ' the fecond chamber ? LADY M , Donalbain .. MACB ...
... hear a noise ? LADY M. I heard the owl scream , and the crickets cry . Did not you speak ? MACB . When ? LADY M. Now . MACB . As I defcended ? LADY M. Ay . MACB . Hark ! - Who lies i ' the fecond chamber ? LADY M , Donalbain .. MACB ...
Strana 25
... hear a knocking At the fouth entry : -retire we to our chamber : A little water clears us of this deed : How easy is it then ? Your conftancy Hath left you unattended . [ Knocking . ] Hark ! more knocking : Get on your nightgown , left ...
... hear a knocking At the fouth entry : -retire we to our chamber : A little water clears us of this deed : How easy is it then ? Your conftancy Hath left you unattended . [ Knocking . ] Hark ! more knocking : Get on your nightgown , left ...
Strana 29
... hear what I can speak : The repetition , in a woman's ear , Would murder as it fell.O Banquo ! Banquo ! Enter BANQUO . Our royal master's murder'd ! LADY M. Woe , alas ! What , in our house ? BAN . Too cruel , any where . Dear Duff , I ...
... hear what I can speak : The repetition , in a woman's ear , Would murder as it fell.O Banquo ! Banquo ! Enter BANQUO . Our royal master's murder'd ! LADY M. Woe , alas ! What , in our house ? BAN . Too cruel , any where . Dear Duff , I ...
Strana 34
... hear , our bloody coufins are beftow'd In England , and in Ireland ; not confeffing Their cruel parricide , filling their hearers With strange invention : But of that to - morrow ; When , therewithal , we fhall have cause of ftate ...
... hear , our bloody coufins are beftow'd In England , and in Ireland ; not confeffing Their cruel parricide , filling their hearers With strange invention : But of that to - morrow ; When , therewithal , we fhall have cause of ftate ...
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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.