Shakespeare: Select Plays: MacbethClarendon Press, 1878 - 180 oldal |
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adjective Anglo-Saxon Antony and Cleopatra Banquo blood called castle Compare Antony Compare King Lear Compare Richard Compare The Merchant conjectured Coriolanus Cotgrave Cymbeline death deed derived Dict Donalbain Duncan Dunsinane Dyce emendation enimies Enter MACBETH Exeunt Fairfax's Tasso fear Fleance French gives Hamlet hand Hanmer hath haue heaven Hecate Henry Henry IV Holinshed honour Johnson Julius Cæsar King John King Lear Lady Macbeth Lady Macduff Lennox lord Malcolm Malone means Measure for Measure Merchant of Venice metaphor Midsummer Night's Dream murder nature noble Othello passage play Pope read quotes Romeo and Juliet Ross scene Scotland Second Witch sense Shakespeare Sidney Walker Siward slain sleep speak spelt Steevens syllable Tempest thane of Cawdor thee Theobald theyr things thou thought Timon of Athens Troilus and Cressida Twelfth Night verb vnto vpon weird sisters Winter's Tale word ΙΟ
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111. oldal - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased : The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life ; which in their seeds, And weak beginnings lie intreasured. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
60. oldal - Merciful heaven! What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.
6. oldal - Things that do sound so fair? — 1' the name of truth, Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye show ? My noble partner You greet with present grace, and great prediction Of noble having, and of royal hope, That he seems rapt withal ; to me you speak not ; If you can look into the seeds of time, And say, which grain will grow, and which will not, (1) A man forbid, — one under a curse, accursed.
172. oldal - Because I have called, and ye refused ; I have stretched out my hand, and no man regarded; but ye have set at nought all my counsel, and would none of my reproof: I also will laugh at your calamity ; I will mock when your fear cometh...
12. oldal - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood; Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose...
76. oldal - Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself. Yet, by your...
16. oldal - Wherein you dress'd yourself ? hath it slept since ? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour 40 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
34. oldal - We have scotch'd ° the snake, not kill'd it : She'll close and be herself, whilst our poor malice Remains in danger of her former tooth. 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 peace, have sent to peace, 20 Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.
16. oldal - Like the poor cat i' the adage? MACB. Prithee, 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.
130. oldal - Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away : O, that that earth, which kept the world in awe, Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw ! But soft ! but soft ! aside : here comes the king.