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 | Justin Petrillo - 2001 - 317 pages
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 | Jennifer Mulherin, Abigail Frost - 2001 - 36 pages
...ichich I sec before me, The handle towards my hand? Come, let me clutch thec. I hare thcc not, aml yet I see thee still Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger oj 'the minJ. a false creation, Proceeding fiom the heat-oppressed brain? Act 11 Scvi Macbeth summoned... | |
 | Robert Walker - 2002 - 152 pages
...reach for it. TIMOTHY Come let me clutch thee. GORDON I like that! Keep that! Say it again! TIMOTHY Come let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet...as to sight? Or art thou but A dagger of the mind . . . Timothy pauses, then steps out of character. He looks amazed. Gordon looks impressed. That was... | |
 | Mary Lynn Bryan, Barbara Bair, Maree de Angury, Jane Addams - 2010 - 716 pages
...this a dagger which I see hefore me, / The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: — / 1 have thee not, and yet I see thee stilL / Art thou...of the mind, a false creation / Proceeding from the heat -oppressed brain? / ... It is the bloody business which informs / Thus to mine eyes. — Now o'er... | |
 | George Wilson Knight - 2002 - 396 pages
...senses' of the martlet passage. The dagger is a nothing, to be contrasted with ordinary senseforms : Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as...creation Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? (ni 36) Again, Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest . . . (ni... | |
 | Mary Chayko - 2002 - 256 pages
...imagined it. It is how Macbeth can grasp a handful of empty air when he believes he sees a dagger: Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as...creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? (Shakespeare, 1981:2,1) Macbeth's dagger, though "a false creation," is not "false" to his brain, which... | |
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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,... 
