Adelaide Ristori: Studies and Memoirs. An Autobiography

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Strana 254 - It is too full o' the milk of human kindness, To catch the nearest way : Thou would'st be great ; Art' not without ambition ; but without The illness should attend it. What thou would'st highly, That would'st thou holily ; would'st not play false, And yet would'st wrongly win : thou'd'st 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 256 - Was the hope drunk, Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since, And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire ? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would," Like the poor cat i
Strana 247 - Fille. Hélas ! Du crime affreux dont la honte me suit, Jamais mon triste cœur n'a recueilli le fruit. Jusqu'au dernier soupir de malheurs poursuivie, Je rends dans les tourments une pénible vie.
Strana 263 - Hell is murky. Fie, my lord, fie ! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?
Strana 257 - 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 154 - But in your turn be merciful, my sister: Let me not lie before you thus disgraced; Stretch forth your hand, your royal hand, to raise Your sister from the depths of her distress.
Strana 257 - 11 not fail. When Duncan is asleep — Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey Soundly invite him — his two chamberlains Will I with wine and wassail so convince, That memory, the warder of the brain, Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason A limbec only...
Strana 264 - Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.
Strana 257 - 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.
Strana 254 - Thus thou must do, if thou have it"; And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.

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