Macbeth. King JohnPrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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Pagina 13
... hast thou been sister ? Witch . Killing swine . 3 Witch . Sister , where thou ? 1 Witch . A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her lap , 90 And mouncht , and mouncht , and mouncht : -Give me , quoth I. Aroint thee , Witch ! the rump - fed ...
... hast thou been sister ? Witch . Killing swine . 3 Witch . Sister , where thou ? 1 Witch . A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her lap , 90 And mouncht , and mouncht , and mouncht : -Give me , quoth I. Aroint thee , Witch ! the rump - fed ...
Pagina 20
... hast no less deserv'd , nor must be known No less to have done so , let me enfold thee , And hold thee to my heart . Ban . There if I grow , The harvest is your own . King . My plenteous joys , Wanton in fulness , seek to hide ...
... hast no less deserv'd , nor must be known No less to have done so , let me enfold thee , And hold thee to my heart . Ban . There if I grow , The harvest is your own . King . My plenteous joys , Wanton in fulness , seek to hide ...
Pagina 45
William Shakespeare. ACT III . SCENE 1 . Enter BANQUο . Thou hast it now ; King , Cawdor , Glamis , all , As the weird women promis'd ; and , I fear , Thou playd'st most foully for't : yet it was said , It should not stand in thy ...
William Shakespeare. ACT III . SCENE 1 . Enter BANQUο . Thou hast it now ; King , Cawdor , Glamis , all , As the weird women promis'd ; and , I fear , Thou playd'st most foully for't : yet it was said , It should not stand in thy ...
Pagina 58
... hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with ! Lady . Think of this , good peers , But as a thing of custom : ' tis no other ' ; Only it spoils the pleasure of the time .. 360 Mac . What man dare , I dare : Approach thou ...
... hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with ! Lady . Think of this , good peers , But as a thing of custom : ' tis no other ' ; Only it spoils the pleasure of the time .. 360 Mac . What man dare , I dare : Approach thou ...
Pagina 64
... hast thirty - one , Swelter'd venom sleeping got , Boil thou first i ' the charmed pot ! All . Double , double toil and trouble ; Fire , burn ; and , cauldron , bubble . 1 Witch . Fillet of a fenny snake , In the cauldron boil and bake ...
... hast thirty - one , Swelter'd venom sleeping got , Boil thou first i ' the charmed pot ! All . Double , double toil and trouble ; Fire , burn ; and , cauldron , bubble . 1 Witch . Fillet of a fenny snake , In the cauldron boil and bake ...
Termeni și expresii frecvente
ancient Angiers arms Arth Arthur Aust Banquo Ben Jonson Blanch blood breath calf's-skin called Const Constance crown curse Cymbeline Dauphin dead death deed devil doth Duncan edition England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes Faery Queen father Faulc FAULCONBRIDGE fear Fleance folio France give grief hand hast hath hear heart heaven Hecate Hector Boece HENLEY Henry VI Holinshed Honest Whore honour Hubert JOHNSON Julius Cæsar King Henry King John Lady Lewis look lord Macbeth Macd Macduff majesty Malcolm MALONE means murder nature night noble o'er old copy Pand passage peace Pemb perfect spy Phil Philip play Pope prince Queen Richard Rosse SCENE Scotland seems sense Shakspere Shakspere's shalt shew signifies sleep soul speak spirits STEEVENS thane thee Theobald There's thine things thou art thought tongue true unto WARBURTON Witch word
Pasaje populare
Pagina 22 - It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way : thou wouldst be great ; Art not without ambition ; but without The illness should attend it : what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily ; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win : thou'dst have, great Glamis, That which cries " Thus thou must do, if thou have it ; And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone.
Pagina 63 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Pagina 99 - And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd That palter with us in a double sense, That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope. I'll not fight with thee. Macd. Then yield thee, coward, And live to be the show and gaze o
Pagina 27 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Pagina 60 - I am in blood Stept in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er. Strange things I have in head, that will to hand, Which must be acted, ere they may be scann'd.
Pagina 51 - 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. Duncan is in his grave ; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further.
Pagina 27 - We'd jump the life to come. But in these cases We still have judgment here ; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor ; this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips.
Pagina 18 - I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, that function Is smother'd in surmise; and nothing is, But what is not.
Pagina 23 - Than wishest should be undone.' 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.
Pagina 66 - I conjure you, by that which you profess, (Howe'er you come to know it,) answer me : Though you untie the winds, and let them fight Against the churches ; though the yesty waves Confound and swallow navigation up; Though bladed corn be lodg'd, and trees blown down; Though castles topple on their warders...