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31. oldal
Alb . Well , you may fear too far ;Gon . ... Let me fill take away the harms I fear ,
Not fear ftill to be harm'd . ... Take you some company , and away to horse ; Inform
her full of my particular fears , And thereto add such reasons of your own , As may
...
Alb . Well , you may fear too far ;Gon . ... Let me fill take away the harms I fear ,
Not fear ftill to be harm'd . ... Take you some company , and away to horse ; Inform
her full of my particular fears , And thereto add such reasons of your own , As may
...
249. oldal
Stand by me , Lucius , do not fear thy aunt . Tit . She loves thee , boy , too well to
do thee harm . Boy . Ay , when my father was in Rome , she did . Mar. What
means my niece Lavinia by these signs ? Tit . Fear thou not , Lucius , somewhat
doth ...
Stand by me , Lucius , do not fear thy aunt . Tit . She loves thee , boy , too well to
do thee harm . Boy . Ay , when my father was in Rome , she did . Mar. What
means my niece Lavinia by these signs ? Tit . Fear thou not , Lucius , somewhat
doth ...
342. oldal
He had none ; His fight was madness ; when our actions do not Dur fears do
make us traitors . Refe . You know not , Whether it was his wisdom , or his fear ..
Macd . Wisdom ? to leave his wife , to leave his babes , His manfion , and his
titles , in ...
He had none ; His fight was madness ; when our actions do not Dur fears do
make us traitors . Refe . You know not , Whether it was his wisdom , or his fear ..
Macd . Wisdom ? to leave his wife , to leave his babes , His manfion , and his
titles , in ...
358. oldal
Till Birnam - wood remove to Dunsinane , I cannot taint with fear . What's the boy
Malcolm ? Was he not born of woman ? spirits , that know All mortal
consequences , have pronounc'd it : • Fear not , Macbeth ; no man , that's born of
woman ...
Till Birnam - wood remove to Dunsinane , I cannot taint with fear . What's the boy
Malcolm ? Was he not born of woman ? spirits , that know All mortal
consequences , have pronounc'd it : • Fear not , Macbeth ; no man , that's born of
woman ...
359. oldal
Go , prick thy face , and over - red thy fear , Thou lilly - liver'd boy . What soldiers ,
patch ? Death of thy soul ! those linnen cheeks of thine Are counsellors to fear .
What foldiers , whey - face ? Ser . The English force , so please you . Macb.
Go , prick thy face , and over - red thy fear , Thou lilly - liver'd boy . What soldiers ,
patch ? Death of thy soul ! those linnen cheeks of thine Are counsellors to fear .
What foldiers , whey - face ? Ser . The English force , so please you . Macb.
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336. oldal - Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble, Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf : Witches...
101. oldal - Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For (as I am a man) I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
311. oldal - The night has been unruly : where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down : and, as they say, Lamentings heard i...
307. oldal - I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
116. oldal - And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never!
8. oldal - Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth. I love your majesty According to my bond; nor more nor less.
313. oldal - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had lived a blessed time ; for, from this instant, There 's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown and grace is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
106. oldal - I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness. So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news ; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses, and who wins ; who's in, who's out ; And take...
304. oldal - Like the poor cat i" the adage ? Macb. Pr'ythee, peace : I dare do all that may become a man ; Who dares do more, is none. Lady M. What beast was't then, That made you break this enterprise to me ? When you durst do it, then you were a man ; And, to be more than what you were, you would 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.
304. oldal - If we should fail ? Lady M. We fail ! But screw your courage to the stickingplace, And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep (Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey Soundly invite him), his two chamberlains Will I with wine and wassail so convince, That memory, the warder of the brain, Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason A limbeck only...
Bibliográfiai információk
| Cím | The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, 6. kötet The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, William Shakespeare |
| Szerző | William Shakespeare |
| Szerkesztő | Mr. Theobald (Lewis) |
| Kiadó | H. Woodfall, 1767 |
| Eredeti forrása | a New York-i Közkönyvtár |
| Digitalizálva: | 2007. jan. 3. |
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