Shakespeare's Tragedy of MacbethJ.M. Dent, 1903 - 127 oldal |
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anon Attendants Banquo Birnam wood blood Caith Capell cauldron Clar Collier crown daggers dare death deed Doct Donalbain Duncan Dunsinane Edition emendation of Ff Enter Lady Macbeth Enter Macbeth Enter Malcolm equivocation Exeunt Exit falconry familiar spirit fear Fleance Folio Forres Gent give Glamis grace hail hand Hanmer hath hear heart heaven Hecate honour Johnson conj King of Scotland Knocking Lady Macduff Lennox live look lord Macb Macd Macduff Middleton's murder nature night noble old Siward perfect spy Porter pray Ross Rowe's emendation Scene Scone Servant Seyton Shake Shakespeare Siward sleep Soldiers speak sprites Steevens conj strange sword thane of Cawdor thee Theobald's emendation There's thine things Third Mur Third Witch thou art thought three Witches Thunder to-night TRAGEDY OF MACBETH traitor trisyllabic tyrant weird sisters What's wisdom worthy thane ΙΟ
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95. oldal - tis time to do't. — Hell is murky ! — Fie, my lord, fie ! a soldier, and afeard ? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account ? — Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him ? Doct. Do you mark that ? Lady At. The thane of Fife had a wife : where is she now ? — What, will these hands ne'er be clean ? — No more o' that, my lord ; no more o' that : you mar all with this starting.
88. 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.
23. oldal - We will proceed no further in this business : He hath honour'd me of late ; and I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people, Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Not cast aside so soon.
33. oldal - I hear a knocking At the south entry : — retire we to our chamber : A little water clears us of this deed : How easy is it then ! Your constancy Hath left you unattended.
38. oldal - Dear Duff, I pr'ythee, contradict thyself, And say, it is not so. Re-enter MACBETH and LENOX. Macb. Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da 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.
109. oldal - With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed : Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests ; I bear a charmed life, which must not yield To one of woman born.
11. oldal - tis strange : And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray us In deepest consequence.
29. oldal - Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my where-about, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
61. 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.
28. oldal - Now o'er the one half world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace. With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.