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Strana 23 - By Sinel's death I know I am thane of Glamis; But how of Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives, A prosperous gentleman; and to be king Stands not within the prospect of belief, No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whence You owe this strange intelligence? or why Upon this blasted heath you stop our way With such prophetic greeting? Speak, I charge you. [Witches vanish. Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them.
Strana 49 - 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 where-about, 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 52 - God bless us ! ' and ' Amen ' the other ; As ' they had seen me with these hangman's hands. Listening their fear, I could not say ' Amen,' When they did say ' God bless us !
Strana 138 - 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 76 - But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly: better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our place, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.
Strana 36 - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters : — to beguile the time, Look like the time ; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue : look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.
Strana 40 - He's here in double trust : First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed ; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
Strana 43 - 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 86 - Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear: the times have been, That, when the brains were out, the man would die And there an end : but now, they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools: This is more strange Than such a murder is.