TragediesD. Appleton, 1876 |
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14. oldal
... thou art , and Cawdor ; and shalt be What thou art promis'd : -Yet do I fear thy nature ; It is too full o ' the milk of human kindness , To catch the nearest way : Thou wouldst be great ; Art not without ambition ; but without The ...
... thou art , and Cawdor ; and shalt be What thou art promis'd : -Yet do I fear thy nature ; It is too full o ' the milk of human kindness , To catch the nearest way : Thou wouldst be great ; Art not without ambition ; but without The ...
18. oldal
... thou afeard own act and valour , As thou art in desire ? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life , And live a coward in thine own esteem ; Letting I dare not wait upon I would , Like the poor cat i ' the adage ...
... thou afeard own act and valour , As thou art in desire ? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life , And live a coward in thine own esteem ; Letting I dare not wait upon I would , Like the poor cat i ' the adage ...
36. oldal
... Thou know'st that Banquo , and his Fleance , lives . LADY M. But in them nature's copy ' s not eterne . MACB . There's comfort yet ; they are assailable ; Then be thou jocund : Ere the bat hath flown His cloister'd flight ; ere , to ...
... Thou know'st that Banquo , and his Fleance , lives . LADY M. But in them nature's copy ' s not eterne . MACB . There's comfort yet ; they are assailable ; Then be thou jocund : Ere the bat hath flown His cloister'd flight ; ere , to ...
41. oldal
... Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with ! LADY M. Think of this , good peers , But as a thing of custom : ' t is no other ; Only it spoils the pleasure of the time . MACB . What man dare , I dare : Approach thou ...
... Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with ! LADY M. Think of this , good peers , But as a thing of custom : ' t is no other ; Only it spoils the pleasure of the time . MACB . What man dare , I dare : Approach thou ...
47. oldal
... thou unknown power , — . 1 WITCH . Hear his speech , but say thou nought . He knows thy thought ; APP . Macbeth ! Macbeth ! Macbeth ! beware Macduff ; Beware the thane of Fife . - Dismiss me : -Enough . [ Descends . MACB . Whate'er thou ...
... thou unknown power , — . 1 WITCH . Hear his speech , but say thou nought . He knows thy thought ; APP . Macbeth ! Macbeth ! Macbeth ! beware Macduff ; Beware the thane of Fife . - Dismiss me : -Enough . [ Descends . MACB . Whate'er thou ...
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Achilles AGAM Agamemnon AJAX Appears Aufidius Banquo bear blood Brutus Cæsar call'd CASCA Cassius CHAR Charmian CLEO Cleopatra Cominius Coriolanus CRES Cressida Cymbeline dead death deed Diomed doth ENOBARBUS Enter EROS Exeunt Exit eyes Farewell fear fight fool friends give gods GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven HECT Hector Henry Holinshed honour IACH Imogen Julius Cæsar king LADY Lepidus look lord Lucius MACB Macbeth MACD madam Marcius Mark Antony MESS never night noble Octavia Pandarus Patroclus peace Pisanio Pompey Posthumus pray Priam prince prithee queen Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE Shakspere Shakspere's sleep soldier speak stand sweet sword tell thee THER there's Thersites thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius Troilus Troy ULYSS unto Volces What's WITCH word worthy
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17. oldal - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, 'With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here. But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come...
288. oldal - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggar'd all description...
18. oldal - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels trumpet-tongued against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
15. oldal - The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry 'Hold, hold!
232. oldal - I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him: For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths...
19. oldal - Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both: They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know How tender...
35. oldal - Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams, That shake us nightly: Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstacy.
229. oldal - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious ; And sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke ; But here I am to speak what I do know.
64. oldal - Cure her of that: Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuffd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart? Doct. Therein the patient Must minister to himself.
41. oldal - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! Let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with ! Lady M.