TrageiesBell and Daldy, 1866 |
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Strana 5
... tell . But I am faint , my gashes cry for help . Dun . So well thy words become thee , as thy wounds ; They smack of honour both . - Go , get him surgeons . [ Exit Soldier , attended . Enter Rosse and ANGUS . Who comes here now ? Mal ...
... tell . But I am faint , my gashes cry for help . Dun . So well thy words become thee , as thy wounds ; They smack of honour both . - Go , get him surgeons . [ Exit Soldier , attended . Enter Rosse and ANGUS . Who comes here now ? Mal ...
Strana 8
... tell me more . 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 ...
... tell me more . 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 ...
Strana 50
... Tell me , thou unknown power ... 1 Witch . He knows thy thought ; Hear his speech , but say thou nought . App . Macbeth ! Macbeth ! Macbeth ! beware Macduff ; Beware the Thane of Fife . - Dismiss me . - Enough . [ Descends . Macb ...
... Tell me , thou unknown power ... 1 Witch . He knows thy thought ; Hear his speech , but say thou nought . App . Macbeth ! Macbeth ! Macbeth ! beware Macduff ; Beware the Thane of Fife . - Dismiss me . - Enough . [ Descends . Macb ...
Strana 51
... Tell me - if your art Can tell so much - shall Banquo's issue ever Reign in this kingdom ? All . Seek to know no more . Macb . I will be satisfied . Deny me this , And an eternal curse fall on you ! let me know.— Why sinks that cauldron ...
... Tell me - if your art Can tell so much - shall Banquo's issue ever Reign in this kingdom ? All . Seek to know no more . Macb . I will be satisfied . Deny me this , And an eternal curse fall on you ! let me know.— Why sinks that cauldron ...
Strana 65
... in their beds . Lady M. Wash your hands ; put on your night- gown ; look not so pale . - I tell you yet again , Ban- quo's buried ; he cannot come out on his grave .量 Doct . Even so . Lady M. To bed , VI . F SC . I. 65 MACBETH .
... in their beds . Lady M. Wash your hands ; put on your night- gown ; look not so pale . - I tell you yet again , Ban- quo's buried ; he cannot come out on his grave .量 Doct . Even so . Lady M. To bed , VI . F SC . I. 65 MACBETH .
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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.