The Family Shakspeare: In which Nothing is Added to the Original Text, But Those Words and Expressions are Omitted which Cannot with Propriety be Read Aloud in a Family, Volume 3; Volume 70Longman's Greeen, 1872 - 506 pages |
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... dead for breath , had scarcely more Than would make up his message . Lady Macbeth . He brings great news . Give him tending , The raven himself is hoarse , [ Exit ATTENDANT . That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements ...
... dead for breath , had scarcely more Than would make up his message . Lady Macbeth . He brings great news . Give him tending , The raven himself is hoarse , [ Exit ATTENDANT . That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements ...
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... dead , and wickerl dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep ; now witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings ; and wither'd murder , Alarum'd by his sentinel , the wolf , Whose howl's his watch , thus with his stealthy pace , With Tarquin's ...
... dead , and wickerl dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep ; now witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings ; and wither'd murder , Alarum'd by his sentinel , the wolf , Whose howl's his watch , thus with his stealthy pace , With Tarquin's ...
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... dead Are but as pictures : ' tis the eye of childhood , That fears a painted devil . If he do bleed , I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal , For it must seem their guilt . [ Exit . Knocking within Macbeth . Whence is that knocking ...
... dead Are but as pictures : ' tis the eye of childhood , That fears a painted devil . If he do bleed , I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal , For it must seem their guilt . [ Exit . Knocking within Macbeth . Whence is that knocking ...
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... dead : The wine of life is drawn , and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of . Enter MALCOLM , and DONALBAIN . Donalbain . What is amiss ? Macbeth . You are , and do not know it : The spring , the head , the fountain of your 26 ...
... dead : The wine of life is drawn , and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of . Enter MALCOLM , and DONALBAIN . Donalbain . What is amiss ? Macbeth . You are , and do not know it : The spring , the head , the fountain of your 26 ...
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... dead , Whom we , to gain our place , have sent to peace , Than on the torture of the mind to lie 7 In restless ecstasy . Duncan is in his grave ; After life's fitful fever , he sleeps well ; Treason has done his worst : nor steel , nor ...
... dead , Whom we , to gain our place , have sent to peace , Than on the torture of the mind to lie 7 In restless ecstasy . Duncan is in his grave ; After life's fitful fever , he sleeps well ; Treason has done his worst : nor steel , nor ...
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Page 480 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered ; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's...
Page 16 - 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.
Page 321 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it : — therefore I'll none of it : Honour is a mere scutcheon/ and so ends my catechism.
Page 355 - Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly? coming in to borrow a mess of vinegar; telling us she had a good dish of prawns; whereby thou didst desire to eat some, whereby I told thee they were ill for a green wound?
Page 419 - O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act And monarchs to behold the swelling scene ! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars ; and at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword and fire Crouch for employment.
Page 153 - 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.
Page 365 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — O Sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down...
Page 254 - Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin, new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home; He was perfumed like a milliner ; And "twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose, and took't away again ; Who, therewith angry, when it...
Page 41 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! let the earth hide thee! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with ! Lady M.
Page 17 - He's here in double trust ; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed : then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.