But now I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confined, bound in To saucy doubts and fears. Now, good digestion wait on appetite, Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4 And health on both! Ibid. Thou canst not say I did it; never shake Thy gory locks at me. Ibid. The air-drawn dagger. Ibid.. The time has been, That when the brains were out the man would die, Ibid. I drink to the general joy o' the whole table. Ibid. Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Ibid. A thing of custom, 't is no other; Only it spoils the pleasure of the time. What man dare, I dare: Ibid. Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, Ibid. Hence, horrible shadow! Unreal mockery, hence! Ibid. You have displac'd the mirth, broke the good meeting, With most admir'd disorder. Ibid. Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder? Ibid. Stand not upon the order of your going, Ibid. Macb. What is the night? L. Macb. Almost at odds with morning, which is which. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4. I am in blood Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er. My little spirit, see, Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. Ibid. Sc. 5. How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags! Ibid. What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom? 1 Let the air strike our tune, Whilst we show reverence to yond peeping moon. Ibid. Sc. 2 MIDDLETON: The Witch, act v. sc. 2. Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3 Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, Stands Scotland where it did? Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. What, all my pretty chickens and their dam Ibid. I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me. Ibid. O, I could play the woman with mine eyes Ibid. The night is long that never finds the day. Ibid. Out, damned spot! out, I say! Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? Ibid. All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Ibid. Act v. Sc. 1. Ibid. Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, I cannot taint with fear. My way of life Is fall'n into the sere, the yellow leaf; Sc. 3. Doct. Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, Macb. Doct. Must minister to himself. Therein the patient Macb. Throw physic to the dogs: I'll none of it. I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud again. Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3. Hang out our banners on the outward walls; Ibid. The cry is still, "They come !" our castle's strength Sc. 5. My fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in 't: I have supp'd full with horrors. Ibid. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! That struts and frets his hour upon the stage Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, I pull in resolution, and begin To doubt the equivocation of the fiend That lies like truth: "Fear not, till Birnam wood Ibid. Ibid. I gin to be aweary of the sun. Macbeth. Aci v. Sc. 5. Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back. Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. I bear a charmed life. And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd, Live to be the show and gaze o' the time. Lay on, Macduff, Ibid. Sc. 6. Sc. 8.1 Ibid.1 Ibid.1 And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!" For this relief much thanks: 't is bitter cold, Ibid.1 Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1. But in the gross and scope of my opinion, Ibid. Whose sore task Does not divide the Sunday from the week. Ibid. This sweaty haste Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day. Ibid. In the most high and palmy state of Rome, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets. Ibid. And then it started like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. Ibid. Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, The extravagant and erring spirit hies To his confine. 1 Act v. Sc. 7 in Singer and White. Ibid. |