The Plays & Poems of Shakespeare: Macbeth. King John. King Richard the secondH:O. Bohn, 1857 |
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Strana 15
... breath into the wind . Would they had stay'd ! Ban . Were such things here , as we do speak about , Or have we eaten of the insane root , That takes the reason prisoner ? Macb . Your children shall be kings . Ban . You shall be king ...
... breath into the wind . Would they had stay'd ! Ban . Were such things here , as we do speak about , Or have we eaten of the insane root , That takes the reason prisoner ? Macb . Your children shall be kings . Ban . You shall be king ...
Strana 23
... breath , had scarcely more Than would make up his message . Give him tending ; L. Macb . He brings great news . The raven himself is hoarse , [ Exit Attendant . 2 That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements . Come ...
... breath , had scarcely more Than would make up his message . Give him tending ; L. Macb . He brings great news . The raven himself is hoarse , [ Exit Attendant . 2 That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements . Come ...
Strana 25
... breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty , frieze , Buttress , nor coigne of vantage , 1 but this bird Hath made his pendent bed , and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt , I have observed , The air is delicate . Dun ...
... breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty , frieze , Buttress , nor coigne of vantage , 1 but this bird Hath made his pendent bed , and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt , I have observed , The air is delicate . Dun ...
Strana 34
... breath gives . I [ a bell rings . 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 . [ Exu . SCENE II .. The same . Enter LADY MACBETH . L. Macb . That which ...
... breath gives . I [ a bell rings . 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 . [ Exu . SCENE II .. The same . Enter LADY MACBETH . L. Macb . That which ...
Strana 75
... breath To time and mortal custom . Yet my heart Throbs to know one thing : tell me , ( if your art Can tell so much ) shall Banquo's issue ever Reign in this kingdom ? All . Seek to know no more . 1 Who can command the forest to serve ...
... breath To time and mortal custom . Yet my heart Throbs to know one thing : tell me , ( if your art Can tell so much ) shall Banquo's issue ever Reign in this kingdom ? All . Seek to know no more . 1 Who can command the forest to serve ...
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Angiers arms Arthur Attendants Aumerle Bagot banish'd Banquo BASTARD BISHOP OF CARLISLE Blanch blood Bolingbroke bosom breath Bushy castle cousin crown Dauphin dead death deed doth Duch duke duke of Hereford duke of Norfolk earth England Enter KING Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father Faulconbridge fear Fleance Florish France friends Gaunt gentle give grace grief hand hath hear heart Heaven Hereford hither honor Hubert JAMES GURNEY John of Gaunt KING JOHN KING RICHARD LADY MACBETH land liege live look lord Macb Macd Macduff Madam majesty murder night noble Norfolk Northumberland PANDULPH pardon peace prince Queen Rosse royal Salisbury SCENE SHAK shame sleep Soldiers sorrow soul speak stand sweet sword tears thane thane of Cawdor thee thine thou art thou hast thought tongue traitor uncle Witch words York
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Strana 228 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Strana 17 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature...
Strana 27 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
Strana 66 - I am in blood Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er. Strange things I have in head that will to hand, Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.
Strana 14 - If you can look into the seeds of time, And say, which grain will grow, and which will not, Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, Your favours, nor your hate.
Strana 184 - Have you the heart ? When your head did but ache, I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had ; a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again ; And with my hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief...
Strana 100 - 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 33 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? 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?
Strana 298 - To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!
Strana 28 - 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