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All . The weird 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 up
nine : Peace ! - the charm ' s wound up . Enter MACBETH and BANQUO . Macb .
All . The weird 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 up
nine : Peace ! - the charm ' s wound up . Enter MACBETH and BANQUO . Macb .
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Macb . Stay , you imperfect speakers , tell me more : By Sinel ' s death , I know , I
am thane of Glamis ; But how of Cawdor ? the thane of Cawdor lives , A
prosperous gentleman ; and , to be king , Stands not within the prospect of belief ,
No ...
Macb . Stay , you imperfect speakers , tell me more : By Sinel ' s death , I know , I
am thane of Glamis ; But how of Cawdor ? the thane of Cawdor lives , A
prosperous gentleman ; and , to be king , Stands not within the prospect of belief ,
No ...
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Macb . The thane of Cawdor lives ; Why do you dress me In borrow ' d robes ?
Ang . Who was the thane , lives yet ; But under heavy judgment bears that life
Which he deserves to lose . Whether he was Combined with Norway ; or did line
the ...
Macb . The thane of Cawdor lives ; Why do you dress me In borrow ' d robes ?
Ang . Who was the thane , lives yet ; But under heavy judgment bears that life
Which he deserves to lose . Whether he was Combined with Norway ; or did line
the ...
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Macb . Come what , come may ; Time and the hour * runs through the roughest
day . Ban . Worthy Macbeth , we stay upon your leisure . Macb . Give me your
favour : t - my dull brain was wrought With things forgotten . Kind gentlemen , your
...
Macb . Come what , come may ; Time and the hour * runs through the roughest
day . Ban . Worthy Macbeth , we stay upon your leisure . Macb . Give me your
favour : t - my dull brain was wrought With things forgotten . Kind gentlemen , your
...
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Macb . The rest is labour , which is not used for you : I ' ll be myself the harbinger ,
and make joyful The hearing of my wife with your approach ; So , humbly take my
leave . Dun . My worthy Cawdor ! Macb . The prince of Cumberland ! - That is a ...
Macb . The rest is labour , which is not used for you : I ' ll be myself the harbinger ,
and make joyful The hearing of my wife with your approach ; So , humbly take my
leave . Dun . My worthy Cawdor ! Macb . The prince of Cumberland ! - That is a ...
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Page 387 - Richard ; no man cried, God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home : But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which, with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Page 240 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest : I see thee still ; And on thy blade, and dudgeon,* gouts of blood, Which was not so before. — There's no such thing ; It is the bloody business, which informs Thus to mine eyes. — Now o'er the one...
Page 242 - 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 159 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips and The...
Page 237 - To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek...