 | Robert Andrews - 1997 - 666 pages
...summer" also appear as the title of Aesop's Fable no. 190. 2 Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I...of the mind, a false creation Proceeding from the heat-oppress'd brain? WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, (1564-1616) British dramatist, poet. Macbeth, in Macbeth,... | |
 | Ned Block, Owen Flanagan, Guven Guzeldere - 1997 - 884 pages
...Foundation. 1. W. Shakespeare, Macbeth, act 2, scene 1: Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come let me clutch thee. I...sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creating, Proceeding from the heat oppressed brain? I see thee still; And on thy blade and dudgeon... | |
 | Robert Audi - 1997 - 352 pages
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 | Gail Rae - 1998 - 124 pages
...questioning of his own sanity in Shakespeare's Macbeth: Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee! I...of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? Act II, scene i : lines 42 - 48 see: dialogue, interior monologue, soliloquy... | |
 | Thomas Frank - 1998 - 256 pages
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 | Harold Bloom - 1998 - 772 pages
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 | Gilbert Harman - 1999 - 306 pages
...might not exist, as when Macbeth saw a dagger before him. Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come let me clutch thee. I...of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? ... I see thee still; And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was... | |
 | Nancy Nobile - 1999 - 284 pages
...this knife "going before him"; he literally pursues it: Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I...of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?" Like Amphitryon's or Penthesilea's "Dolch," a dagger of the mind can be quite... | |
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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,... 
