 | Nancy Warren - 2005 - 308 pages
...a brilliant Macbeth." Elbart continued, speaking to the knife as though he doubted it were real. " 'Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet...art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Talk about a heat-oppressed brain! In his passion, Frank waved the knife over his head with flair.... | |
 | Fred R. Shapiro - 2006 - 1092 pages
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 | Gordon Warme - 2006 - 320 pages
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 | Jennifer Mulherin, William Shakespeare, Abigail Frost - 2004 - 164 pages
...which he tries Macbeth's vision of a dagger Is this a dagger which I sec before me, The handle towards my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not,...creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? Act ii Sc i to grasp but cannot get hold of. He tells himself that he is imagining things because he... | |
 | Jill Line - 2006 - 196 pages
...over his choice between heaven and hell: Is this a dagger, which I see before me, The handle towards my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: I have thee not,...creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? 2.1.33-9 As with Macbeth, the imaginations of all Shakespeare's tragic heroes are well developed. They... | |
 | W. Enfield - 2006 - 388 pages
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 | Alexander Leggatt - 2006 - 224 pages
...taking him part way to the murder; the horror of the experience is yet to come. MACBETH . . . Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward...yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal' vision, sensible2 1 Evoking both fate and death. To feeling, as to sight? Or art thou but A dagger of the mind,... | |
 | Alexander Leggatt - 2006 - 220 pages
...taking him part way to the murder; the horror of the experience is yet to come. MACBETH . . . Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward...thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal1 vision, sensible2 1 Evoking both fate and death. To feeling, as to sight? Or art thou but A... | |
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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,... 
