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30. oldal - And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale. Light thickens, and the crow Makes way to the rooky wood.— Good things of day begin to droop and drowze, While night's black agents to their prey do rouse.
31. oldal - dreams about her dismal apartment; and, whether waking or asleep, the smell of innocent blood incessantly haunts her imagination: ' Here's the smell of the blood still. All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten This little hand.' " How beautifully contrasted is this exclamation with the bolder image of Macbeth, in expressing the same feeling
23. oldal - experience, the torment which he undergoes, and endeavours to alleviate his sufferings by the following inefficient reasonings: ' 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.
28. oldal - Without our special wonder? You make me Even to the disposition that I am, When now I think you can behold such sights And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks, When mine is blanched with fear.' Rosse. 'What sight, my lord ?'
19. oldal - That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold,' now enters the gallery, in eager expectation of the results of her diabolical diligence. In the tremendous suspense of these moments, while she recollects her habitual humanity, one trait of tender feeling is expressed,' Had he not resembled my father as he slept, I had done it.
142. oldal - If I know you well, You were the Duke's surveyor, and lost your office On the complaint o' the tenants. Take good heed You charge not in your spleen a noble person, And spoil your nobler soul. I say, take heed !
26. oldal - dare look on that Which might appal the devil.' Lady Macbeth. ' Oh, proper stuff! This is the very painting of your fear; This is the air-drawn dagger which, ye said, Led you to
14. oldal - saluted me, and referred me to the coming on of time with 'Hail, King that shall be!' This I have thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness, that thou mightst not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promised. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell.' Now vaulting ambition and intrepid daring rekindle in a moment all the
147. oldal - I will, when you are humble,—nay, before ; Or God will punish me. I do believe, Induced by potent circumstances, that You are mine enemy; and make my challenge You shall not be my judge: for it is you Have blown this coal betwixt my lord and me, Which heaven's dew quench ! Therefore, I say again, I utterly abhor,—yea, from my soul, Refuse you for my