The Plays & Poems of Shakespeare: Macbeth. King John. King Richard the secondH:O. Bohn, 1857 |
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... thee , thane of Glamis ! 2 Witch . All hail , Macbeth ! hail to thee , thane of Cawdor ! 3 Witch . All hail , Macbeth ! that shalt be king hereafter . Ban . Good sir , why do you start , and seem to fear Things that do sound so fair ? I ...
... thee , thane of Glamis ! 2 Witch . All hail , Macbeth ! hail to thee , thane of Cawdor ! 3 Witch . All hail , Macbeth ! that shalt be king hereafter . Ban . Good sir , why do you start , and seem to fear Things that do sound so fair ? I ...
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... thee in the stout Norweyan ranks , Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make , Strange images of death . As thick as ... thee , from our royal master , thanks ; As fast as they could be counted . Only to herald thee into his sight , Not ...
... thee in the stout Norweyan ranks , Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make , Strange images of death . As thick as ... thee , from our royal master , thanks ; As fast as they could be counted . Only to herald thee into his sight , Not ...
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... thee . Rosse . And , for an earnest of a greater honor , He bade me , from him , call thee thane of Cawdor : In which addition , hail , most worthy thane ! For it is thine . Ban . What , can the devil speak true ? Macb . The thane of ...
... thee . Rosse . And , for an earnest of a greater honor , He bade me , from him , call thee thane of Cawdor : In which addition , hail , most worthy thane ! For it is thine . Ban . What , can the devil speak true ? Macb . The thane of ...
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... thee . Would thou hadst less deserved That the proportion both of thanks and payment Might have been mine ! only Ive left to say , More is thy due than more than all can pay . Macb . The service and the loyalty I owe , In doing it ...
... thee . Would thou hadst less deserved That the proportion both of thanks and payment Might have been mine ! only Ive left to say , More is thy due than more than all can pay . Macb . The service and the loyalty I owe , In doing it ...
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... thee , and will labor To make thee full of growing . Noble Banquo , That hast no less deserved , nor must be known No less to have done so ; let me enfold thee , And hold thee to my heart . Ban . The harvest is your own . Dun . There if ...
... thee , and will labor To make thee full of growing . Noble Banquo , That hast no less deserved , nor must be known No less to have done so ; let me enfold thee , And hold thee to my heart . Ban . The harvest is your own . Dun . There if ...
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Angiers arms Arthur Attendants Aumerle Bagot banish'd Banquo BASTARD BISHOP OF CARLISLE Blanch blood Bolingbroke bosom breath Bushy castle cousin crown Dauphin dead death deed doth Duch duke duke of Hereford duke of Norfolk earth England Enter KING Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father Faulconbridge fear Fleance Florish France friends Gaunt gentle give grace grief hand hath hear heart Heaven Hereford hither honor Hubert JAMES GURNEY John of Gaunt KING JOHN KING RICHARD LADY MACBETH land liege live look lord Macb Macd Macduff Madam majesty murder night noble Norfolk Northumberland PANDULPH pardon peace prince Queen Rosse royal Salisbury SCENE SHAK shame sleep Soldiers sorrow soul speak stand sweet sword tears thane thane of Cawdor thee thine thou art thou hast thought tongue traitor uncle Witch words York
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Page 228 - 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 17 - This supernatural soliciting 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 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 66 - I am in blood Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er. Strange things I have in head that will to hand, Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.
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 184 - Have you the heart ? When your head did but ache, I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had ; a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again ; And with my hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief...
Page 100 - 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 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 298 - To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!
Page 28 - Was the hope drunk Wherein you dress'd yourself? Hath it slept since? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would," Like the poor cat i