The Dramatic Writings of Will. Shakespeare: With Introductory Prefaces to Each Play ; Printed Complete from the Best Editions, Volume 6R. Morison Junr., 1798 |
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... the inftant . Macb . My dearest love , Duncan comes here to - night . Lady . And when goes hence ? Macb . To - morrow , as he purposes . Lady . Oh , never B 2 Shall Shall fun that morrow fee ! Your face , my Ля 1 . 15 MACBETH .
... the inftant . Macb . My dearest love , Duncan comes here to - night . Lady . And when goes hence ? Macb . To - morrow , as he purposes . Lady . Oh , never B 2 Shall Shall fun that morrow fee ! Your face , my Ля 1 . 15 MACBETH .
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... Never at quiet ! What are you ? But this place is too cold for hell . devil porter it no further : I had thought to let in fome of all profeffions , that go the primrofe way to the everlasting bonfire . [ Knock . ] Anon , anon ; I pray ...
... Never at quiet ! What are you ? But this place is too cold for hell . devil porter it no further : I had thought to let in fome of all profeffions , that go the primrofe way to the everlasting bonfire . [ Knock . ] Anon , anon ; I pray ...
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... never shake Thy goary locks at me . Role . Gentlemen , rife ; his highness is not well . Lady . Sit , worthy friends : my lord is often thus , And hath been from his youth : pray you , keep feat ; The The fit is momentary ; upon a ...
... never shake Thy goary locks at me . Role . Gentlemen , rife ; his highness is not well . Lady . Sit , worthy friends : my lord is often thus , And hath been from his youth : pray you , keep feat ; The The fit is momentary ; upon a ...
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... never tremble : Or , be alive again , And dare me to the defart with thy fword ; If trembling I inhabit , then protest me The baby of a girl . Hence , horrible shadow ! Unreal mockery , hence ! -Why , fo ; —being gone , I am a man again ...
... never tremble : Or , be alive again , And dare me to the defart with thy fword ; If trembling I inhabit , then protest me The baby of a girl . Hence , horrible shadow ! Unreal mockery , hence ! -Why , fo ; —being gone , I am a man again ...
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... never call'd to bear my part , Or fhew the glory of our art ? And , which is worfe , all you have done Hath been but for a wayward fon , Spiteful , and wrathful ; who , as others do , Loves for his own ends , not for you . But make ...
... never call'd to bear my part , Or fhew the glory of our art ? And , which is worfe , all you have done Hath been but for a wayward fon , Spiteful , and wrathful ; who , as others do , Loves for his own ends , not for you . But make ...
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Page 68 - 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...
Page 18 - 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?
Page 6 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the...
Page 25 - Dear Duff, I pr'ythee, contradict thyself, And say, it is not so. Re-enter MACBETH and LENOX. Macb. Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Page 38 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Page 66 - 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.
Page 9 - For in my way it lies. Stars hide your fires ! Let not light see my black and deep desires : The eye wink at the hand ! yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Page 21 - Infirm of purpose ! Give me the daggers : the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures : 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil.
Page 66 - By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost ; It yearns me not if men my garments wear ; Such outward things dwell not in my desires : But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
Page 10 - 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...