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action appear Attendants Banquo become blood Bring called CASTLE chamber character colours comes crime crown dare dark dead death deed deep devil Doct double dress Duncan Dunsinane Enter evil Exeunt Exit eyes face fear feel Fleance friends give hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hence highness honour horror hour human imagination keep king knocking Lady Macbeth Lennox less lies live look lord Macduff Malcolm meaning mind moral murder nature never night noble once passion play poor present rest rise Rosse royal Scene Scotland Second Witch seems Servant Seyton Shakespeare sleep soldier speak spirits strange sword thane of Cawdor Thanks thee things Third Witch thou thought throne Thunder trouble truth weird sisters wife Witch woman wood worthy
Strana 81 - She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
Strana 23 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood; Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose...
Strana 45 - 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 103 - The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements. Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood ; Stop up...
Strana 18 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill, cannot be good : — if ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion ^Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, — And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature...
Strana 36 - I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt. Exit. Knocking within MACBETH. Whence is that knocking? 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 35 - Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think So brainsickly of things. Go get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the place? They must lie there: go carry them, and smear The sleepy grooms with blood.
Strana 56 - I pray you, speak not ; he grows worse and worse ; Question enrages him : at once, good night : — > Stand not upon the order of your going, But go at once.
Strana 32 - 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.
Strana 25 - This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, By his loved mansionry, that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze. Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed, The air is delicate.