The Stratford Shakspere: Macbeth. Coriolanus. Julius Caesar. Antony & Cleopatra. Cymbeline. Troilus & CressidaC:Griffin & Company, 1867 |
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... mother did unveil Her awful face . " MACBETH . CORIOLANUS . JULIUS CESAR . VOL . III . GRAY . TRAGEDIES . ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA . CYMBELINE . TROILUS AND CRESSIDA . LONDON : CHARLES GRIFFIN AND COMPANY , 10 , STATIONERS ' HALL COURT ...
... mother did unveil Her awful face . " MACBETH . CORIOLANUS . JULIUS CESAR . VOL . III . GRAY . TRAGEDIES . ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA . CYMBELINE . TROILUS AND CRESSIDA . LONDON : CHARLES GRIFFIN AND COMPANY , 10 , STATIONERS ' HALL COURT ...
Strana 51
... mother . L. MACD . How will you live ? [ Exit ROSSE . What , with worms and flies ? SON . With what I get , I mean ; and so do they . L. MACD . Poor bird ! thou ' dst never fear the net , nor lime , The pit - fall , nor the gin . SON ...
... mother . L. MACD . How will you live ? [ Exit ROSSE . What , with worms and flies ? SON . With what I get , I mean ; and so do they . L. MACD . Poor bird ! thou ' dst never fear the net , nor lime , The pit - fall , nor the gin . SON ...
Strana 52
... mother : Run away , I pray you . [ Dies . [ Exit LADY MACDUFF , crying " Murder ! " and pursued by the Murderers . SCENE III - England . A Room in the King's Palace . Enter MALCOLM and MACDUFF . MAL . Let us seek out some desolate shade ...
... mother : Run away , I pray you . [ Dies . [ Exit LADY MACDUFF , crying " Murder ! " and pursued by the Murderers . SCENE III - England . A Room in the King's Palace . Enter MALCOLM and MACDUFF . MAL . Let us seek out some desolate shade ...
Strana 57
... mother , but our grave : where nothing , But who knows nothing , is once seen to smile ; Where sighs , and groans , and shrieks that rend the air , Are made , not mark'd ; where violent sorrow seems A modern ecstacy ; the dead man's ...
... mother , but our grave : where nothing , But who knows nothing , is once seen to smile ; Where sighs , and groans , and shrieks that rend the air , Are made , not mark'd ; where violent sorrow seems A modern ecstacy ; the dead man's ...
Strana 69
... mother's womb Untimely ripp'd . MACB . Accursed be that tongue that tells me so , For it hath cow'd my better part of man ! And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd , That palter with us in a double sense ; That keep the word of ...
... mother's womb Untimely ripp'd . MACB . Accursed be that tongue that tells me so , For it hath cow'd my better part of man ! And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd , That palter with us in a double sense ; That keep the word of ...
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Achilles AGAM Agamemnon AJAX Appears Aufidius Banquo bear blood Brutus Cæsar call'd CASCA Cassius CHAR Charmian CLEO Cleopatra Cominius Coriolanus CRES Cressida Cymbeline dead death deed Diomed doth ENOBARBUS Enter EROS Exeunt Exit eyes Farewell fear fight fool friends give gods GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven HECT Hector Henry Holinshed honour IACH Imogen Julius Cæsar king lady Lepidus look lord Lucius MACB Macbeth MACD madam Marcius Mark Antony MESS night noble Octavia Pandarus Patroclus peace Pisanio poet Pompey Posthumus pray prince Prithee queen Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE Shakspere Shakspere's sleep soldier speak stand sweet sword tell thee THER there's Thersites thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius Troilus Troy ULYSS unto Volces What's WITCH word worthy ΜΕΝ
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Strana 232 - But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar ; I found it in his closet, 'tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament — Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds...
Strana 442 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Strana 21 - 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 ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Strana 15 - The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry 'Hold, hold!
Strana 35 - Duncan is in his grave ; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well ; Treason has done his worst : nor steel, nor poison. Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further.
Strana 243 - Set in a note-book, learn'd and conn'd by rote, To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep My spirit from mine eyes ! — There is my dagger, And here my naked breast; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold : If that thou beest a Roman, take it forth.
Strana 63 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Strana 14 - 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 233 - Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, Quite vanquished him. Then burst his mighty heart; And in his mantle muffling up his face, Even at the base of Pompey's statue (Which all the while ran blood) great Caesar fell.
Strana 501 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.