TrageiesBell and Daldy, 1866 |
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Strana 4
... nature Do swarm upon him - from the Western Isles Of Kernes and Gallowglasses is supplied ; And Fortune , on his damned quarrel2 smiling , Shew'd like a rebel's whore . k ; But all's too weak For brave Macbeth - well he deserves that ...
... nature Do swarm upon him - from the Western Isles Of Kernes and Gallowglasses is supplied ; And Fortune , on his damned quarrel2 smiling , Shew'd like a rebel's whore . k ; But all's too weak For brave Macbeth - well he deserves that ...
Strana 10
... nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings . My thought , whose murder yet is but fantastical , Shakes so my single state of man , that function Is smother'd in surmise ; and nothing is , But what is not . Ban . Look , how ...
... nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings . My thought , whose murder yet is but fantastical , Shakes so my single state of man , that function Is smother'd in surmise ; and nothing is , But what is not . Ban . Look , how ...
Strana 13
... nature ; It is too full of 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 ...
... nature ; It is too full of 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 ...
Strana 14
... Nature Shake my fell purpose , nor keep peace between The effect and it ! Come to my woman's breasts , And take my milk with gall , you murd'ring ministers , Wherever , in your sightless substances , You wait on Nature's mischief ! Come ...
... Nature Shake my fell purpose , nor keep peace between The effect and it ! Come to my woman's breasts , And take my milk with gall , you murd'ring ministers , Wherever , in your sightless substances , You wait on Nature's mischief ! Come ...
Strana 19
... natures lies , as in a death , What cannot you and I perform upon The unguarded Duncan ? what not put upon His spongy officers ? who shall bear the guilt Of our great quell . Macb . Bring forth men - children only ! For thy undaunted ...
... natures lies , as in a death , What cannot you and I perform upon The unguarded Duncan ? what not put upon His spongy officers ? who shall bear the guilt Of our great quell . Macb . Bring forth men - children only ! For thy undaunted ...
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Strana 48 - Witch. 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.
Strana 14 - 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, nor keep peace between The effect and it...
Strana 24 - 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 13 - 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.
Strana 18 - 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 23 - Methought I heard a voice cry "Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep," the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast, — Lady M. What do you mean? Macb. Still it cried, "Sleep no more!" to all the house: "Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more, Macbeth shall sleep no more!
Strana 354 - I loved the maid I married ; never man Sigh'd truer breath ; but that I see thee here, Thou noble thing ! more dances my rapt heart, Than when I first my wedded mistress saw Bestride my threshold.
Strana 37 - Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy. 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 22 - ... 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 whereabout, And take the present horror from the time Which now suits with it.
Strana 38 - 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.