 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 570 pages
...thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was tfial cry? Sry. The queen, my lord, is dead. Mw.b. so inclined. MaL. With this, there grows, In my most...such A staunch less avarice, that, were I king, I s this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time:10 And all our yesterdays have... | |
 | William Graham (teacher of elocution.) - 1837 - 370 pages
...slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. Wherefore was that cry ? Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Mad. She should have died hereafter ; There would have...dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! Life's but a walking shadow ; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1837 - 516 pages
...Din-ness, familiar to my slaughl'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me.— Wherefore was that cry ? Sty. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should have...have been a time for such a word.— To-morrow, and to-morro-.v, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, Tu the last syllable of recorded... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 536 pages
...thoughts, Cannot once start me.—Wherefore was that cry? Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. JM«c6. She should have died hereafter; There would have been...dusty death/' Out, out, brief candle } Life's but a walking shadow ; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 572 pages
...thoughts, Cannot once start me.—Wherefore was that cry ? Scy. It is the cry of women, my good lord. Sey. The queen, my lord, is dead. Macb. She should...such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, To the last syllable of recorded time ; l Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, And all our yesterdays... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 396 pages
...stir, As life were in 't : I have supp'd full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me. Wherefore was that...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 406 pages
...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-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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 450 pages
...stir , As life were in 't. I have supp'd full with horrors : Bireness , familiar to my slaughterous thoughts , Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 582 pages
...and stir As life were in 't : I have supped full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 1008 pages
...IHreness, familiar to my slunght'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me. — Wherefore was that cry? Яу. that. Beat. You have no reason, I do it freely. Sene....Surely, I do believe your fair cousin is xrong'd. Beat. this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; 1 Le. Oratcrandle*. « Skia... | |
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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... 
