The plays and poems of Shakespeare, according to the improved text of E. Malone, with notes and illustr., ed. by A.J. Valpy, Volume 6 |
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... comes here ? Mal . The worthy thane of Rosse . Len . What a haste looks through his eyes ! So should he look , That seems to speak things strange . Rosse . God save the king ! From Fife , great king , Dun . Whence camest thou , worthy ...
... comes here ? Mal . The worthy thane of Rosse . Len . What a haste looks through his eyes ! So should he look , That seems to speak things strange . Rosse . God save the king ! From Fife , great king , Dun . Whence camest thou , worthy ...
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... come . 3 Witch . A drum , a drum ; Macbeth doth come . [ drum within . All . The weird 3 sisters , hand in hand , Posters of the sea and land , Thus do go about , about : Thrice to thine , and thrice to mine , And thrice again , to make ...
... come . 3 Witch . A drum , a drum ; Macbeth doth come . [ drum within . All . The weird 3 sisters , hand in hand , Posters of the sea and land , Thus do go about , about : Thrice to thine , and thrice to mine , And thrice again , to make ...
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... Come what come may , Macb . Time and the hour 1 runs through the roughest day . Ban . Worthy Macbeth , we stay upon your lei- sure . Macb . Give me your favor : 2 - my dull brain was wrought 3 With things forgotten . Kind gentlemen ...
... Come what come may , Macb . Time and the hour 1 runs through the roughest day . Ban . Worthy Macbeth , we stay upon your lei- sure . Macb . Give me your favor : 2 - my dull brain was wrought 3 With things forgotten . Kind gentlemen ...
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... have thee crown'd withal . What is your tidings ? Enter an ATTENDANT . Att . The king comes here to - night . L. Macb . Thou ' rt mad to say it . 1 Diadem . 2 Supernatural . Is not thy master with him ? who , were 22 ACT I. MACBETH .
... have thee crown'd withal . What is your tidings ? Enter an ATTENDANT . Att . The king comes here to - night . L. Macb . Thou ' rt mad to say it . 1 Diadem . 2 Supernatural . Is not thy master with him ? who , were 22 ACT I. MACBETH .
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... Come , come , you spirits That tend on mortal1 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 ...
... Come , come , you spirits That tend on mortal1 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 ...
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Page 23 - The effect and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, " Hold, hold ! "—Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH.
Page 17 - 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...
Page 16 - Might yet enkindle you unto the crown, Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange : And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths ; Win us with honest trifles, to betray us In deepest consequence Cousins, a word, . I pray you.
Page 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?
Page 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.
Page 264 - This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out (I die pronouncing it), Like to a tenement, or pelting farm: England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds: That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Page 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.
Page 104 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word, — To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle...
Page 37 - 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. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.
Page 17 - 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 ? 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 our partner's rapt.