Macbeth: A Cragedy in Five ActsDouglas, No. 11 Spruce St, 1848 - 60 pages |
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... 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 smothered in surmise ; and nothing is, But what is not. Ban. f To Macditff ...
... 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 smothered in surmise ; and nothing is, But what is not. Ban. f To Macditff ...
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... nature : It is too full o' the milk of human kindness, To catch the nearest way. Thou would'st be great ; Art not without ambition : but without The illness should attend it. What thou would'st highly, That would'st thou holily ; would ...
... nature : It is too full o' the milk of human kindness, To catch the nearest way. Thou would'st be great ; Art not without ambition : but without The illness should attend it. What thou would'st highly, That would'st thou holily ; would ...
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... nature Shake my fell purpose ; nor keep pace between 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 ...
... nature Shake my fell purpose ; nor keep pace between 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 ...
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... natures lie, as in a death, What cannot you and I perform upon The unguarded Duncan ? what not put upon His spongy officers, who shall bear the guilt Of our great quell If Macb. Bring forth men-children only ! For thy undaunted mettle ...
... natures lie, as in a death, What cannot you and I perform upon The unguarded Duncan ? what not put upon His spongy officers, who shall bear the guilt Of our great quell If Macb. Bring forth men-children only ! For thy undaunted mettle ...
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... nature Gives way to in repose ! Enter Seyton, with a Torch, and Macbeth, L. Who's there ? Mad. A friend. Ban. What, sir, not yet at rest 1 The King's abed : He hath been in unusual pleasure, and Sent forth great largess* to your ...
... nature Gives way to in repose ! Enter Seyton, with a Torch, and Macbeth, L. Who's there ? Mad. A friend. Ban. What, sir, not yet at rest 1 The King's abed : He hath been in unusual pleasure, and Sent forth great largess* to your ...
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11 SPRUCE ST 1st Witch 2d Witch Banquo Beatrice di Tenda blood breast-plate CAST OF CHARACTERS Castle cauldron Chor dagger dare death deed DONALBAIN Drums—Exeunt Dunsinane Enter KING DUNCAN Enter LADY MACBETH Enter MACBETH Enter MACDUFF Enter SEYTON EPES SARGENT Exeunt Exit eyes fail fear Fife Fleance Flourish of Trumpets Garrick Gent Give Glamis hail hand hast hath hear heart Heaven Hecate honour horror i'the is't kelt L'Elisir D'Amore La Cenerentola La Sonnambula LENOX Lightning look lord Macb MACBETH.—First dress Macd Macduff Maid of Artois Malcolm Matthew Locke mounched murder night noble Norweyan Palace plaid vest robe Rosse satin Scotland SIWARD sleep soldier speak Spir spirits strange tartan Tattler terrible Thane of Cawdor thee There's thine things thou art Three WITCHES Thunder to-night Trumpets and Drums tyrant velvet weird sisters wife worthy Thane
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Page 11 - 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 4 - 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: thou'dst have, great Glamis, That which cries, "Thus thou must do, if thou have it" ; And that which rather thou dost fear to do, Than wishest should be undone.
Page 3 - The Prince of Cumberland! That is a step On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, 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 27 - 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 1 - New honours come upon him, Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould But with the aid of use.
Page 20 - They hailed him father to a line of kings : Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown, And put a barren sceptre in my gripe, Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand, No son of mine succeeding.
Page 44 - I have almost forgot the taste of fears : The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.
Page 8 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Page 28 - It will have blood, they say ; blood will have blood : Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak ; Augurs, and understood relations, have By magot-pies, and choughs, and rooks, brought forth The secret'st man of blood.