Macbeth, from the text of S. Johnson and G. Steevens, revised |
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vi. oldal
... doubt it ; and as prodigies are always seen in proportion as they are expected , witches were every day discovered , and multiplied so fast in some places , that bishop Hall mentions a village in Lancashire , where their number was ...
... doubt it ; and as prodigies are always seen in proportion as they are expected , witches were every day discovered , and multiplied so fast in some places , that bishop Hall mentions a village in Lancashire , where their number was ...
46. oldal
... doubts and fears . Mur . Ay , my good lord : But Banquo's safe ? safe in a ditch he bides , With twenty trenched gashes * on his head ; The least a death to nature . Mac . Thanks for that : There the grown serpent lies ; the worm ...
... doubts and fears . Mur . Ay , my good lord : But Banquo's safe ? safe in a ditch he bides , With twenty trenched gashes * on his head ; The least a death to nature . Mac . Thanks for that : There the grown serpent lies ; the worm ...
64. oldal
... ! I am not to you known , Though in your state of honour I am perfect * . I doubt , some danger does approach you nearly : If you will take a homely mán's advice , Be Be not found here ; hence , with your little 64 Act IV . MACBETH .
... ! I am not to you known , Though in your state of honour I am perfect * . I doubt , some danger does approach you nearly : If you will take a homely mán's advice , Be Be not found here ; hence , with your little 64 Act IV . MACBETH .
67. oldal
... doubts . " Why in that rawness left you wife , and child , " ( Those precious motives , those strong knots of love ) " Without leave - taking ? I pray you , ” Let not my jealousies be your dishonours , 300 But mine own safeties : -You ...
... doubts . " Why in that rawness left you wife , and child , " ( Those precious motives , those strong knots of love ) " Without leave - taking ? I pray you , ” Let not my jealousies be your dishonours , 300 But mine own safeties : -You ...
81. oldal
... doubt * , nor shake with fear . 130 Enter a Servant . " The devil damn thee black , " thou cream - 1 -fac'd loon ! Where got'st thou that goose look ? Ser . There is ten thousand Mac . Geese , villain ? Ser . Soldiers , sir . Mac . Go ...
... doubt * , nor shake with fear . 130 Enter a Servant . " The devil damn thee black , " thou cream - 1 -fac'd loon ! Where got'st thou that goose look ? Ser . There is ten thousand Mac . Geese , villain ? Ser . Soldiers , sir . Mac . Go ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Alarum ANGUS Attendants Birnam wood bleed blood call'd CATHNESS cauldron charm Chor daggers dare dead death deed Doct Donalbain doth Drum and Colours Duncan Dunsinane dy'd enchantment Enter BANQUO Enter Lady MACBETH Enter MACBETH Enter MALCOLM Enter ROSSE Exeunt Exit father fear Fife fight Fleance friends Gent Give Glamis grace hail hand Hark hast hath hear heart heaven Hecate honour i'the is't kill'd king of Scotland Knock LENOX live look lord Macd Macduff murder nature night noble o'the poison'd poor pray Re-enter Saracens SCENE II SCENE SCENE Scotland Servant SEYTON shake Shakspere shalt shew SIWARD sleep Soldiers speak spirits strange sword thane of Cawdor thee There's thine things thither thou art thought three WITCHES Thunder to-night tongue traitor tyrant weird sisters What's Who's wife witchcraft worthy thane καὶ
Népszerű szakaszok
42. oldal - But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, 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 place, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.
6. oldal - Live you ? or are you aught That man may question ? You seem to understand me, By each at once her choppy finger laying Upon her skinny lips. — You should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so.
14. oldal - Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
13. oldal - Yet do I fear thy nature ; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way.
42. oldal - Enter MACBETH. How now, my lord ? why do you keep alone, Of sorriest fancies your companions making ? Using those thoughts which should indeed have died With them they think on ? Things without all remedy, Should be without regard : what's done is done.
16. oldal - This guest of summer, The temple-haunting. martlet, does approve, By his lov'd mansionry, that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coigne of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed, and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt, I have observ'd, The air is delicate.
15. oldal - 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 !
72. oldal - Put on with holy prayers : and 'tis spoken, To the succeeding royalty he leaves The healing benediction. With this strange virtue, He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy ; And sundry blessings hang about his throne, That speak him full of grace.
82. 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?
5. oldal - The weird sisters, hand in hand, Posters of the sea and land, Thus do go about, about: Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine, And thrice again, to make up nine.