The Family Shakspeare: In which Nothing is Added to the Original Text, But Those Words and Expressions are Omitted which Cannot with Propriety be Read Aloud in a Family, Volumul 3;Volumul 70Longman's Greeen, 1872 - 506 pagini |
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Pagina 2
... YOUNG SIWARD , his Son . SEYTON , an Officer attending on Macbeth . SON TO MACDUFF . An English Doctor . A Scotch Doctor . Soldier . A Porter . An Old Man . LADY MACBETH . LADY MACDUFF . GENTLEWOMAN , attending on Lady Macbeth . HECATE ...
... YOUNG SIWARD , his Son . SEYTON , an Officer attending on Macbeth . SON TO MACDUFF . An English Doctor . A Scotch Doctor . Soldier . A Porter . An Old Man . LADY MACBETH . LADY MACDUFF . GENTLEWOMAN , attending on Lady Macbeth . HECATE ...
Pagina 25
... young remembrance cannot parallel A fellow to it . Re - enter MACDUFF . Macduff . Ohorror ! horror ! horror ! Tongue , nor heart , Cannot conceive nor name thee ! Macbeth . Lenox . What's the matter ? Macduff . Confusion now hath made ...
... young remembrance cannot parallel A fellow to it . Re - enter MACDUFF . Macduff . Ohorror ! horror ! horror ! Tongue , nor heart , Cannot conceive nor name thee ! Macbeth . Lenox . What's the matter ? Macduff . Confusion now hath made ...
Pagina 42
... . Come , we'll to sleep : My strange and self- abuse Is the initiate fear , that wants hard use : — We are yet but young in deed . 1 Magpies . [ Exeunt . ? Examined nicely . Thunder . SCENE V. - The Heath . Enter HECATE 42 MACBETH .
... . Come , we'll to sleep : My strange and self- abuse Is the initiate fear , that wants hard use : — We are yet but young in deed . 1 Magpies . [ Exeunt . ? Examined nicely . Thunder . SCENE V. - The Heath . Enter HECATE 42 MACBETH .
Pagina 51
... young ones in her nest , against the owl . All is the fear , and nothing is the love ; As little is the wisdom , where the flight So runs against all reason . Rosse . My dearest coz , I pray you , school yourself : But , for your ...
... young ones in her nest , against the owl . All is the fear , and nothing is the love ; As little is the wisdom , where the flight So runs against all reason . Rosse . My dearest coz , I pray you , school yourself : But , for your ...
Pagina 53
... He's a traitor . Son . Thou ly'st , thou shag - ear'd villain . Murderer . What , you egg ? [ Stabbing him . Young fry of treachery ? 5 I am rerfectly acquainted with your rank . Son . Run away , I pray you . He MACBETH . 53.
... He's a traitor . Son . Thou ly'st , thou shag - ear'd villain . Murderer . What , you egg ? [ Stabbing him . Young fry of treachery ? 5 I am rerfectly acquainted with your rank . Son . Run away , I pray you . He MACBETH . 53.
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Archbishop arms art thou Aumerle Banquo Bastard blood Bolingbroke breath brother Chief Justice Constable cousin crown Dauphin dead death dost doth Douglas duke earl England English Enter KING Erpingham Exeter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Falstaff father Faulconbridge fear Fluellen France French friends Gadshill Gaunt gentle give Glendower Gower grace grief hand Harfleur Harry hath head hear heart heaven honour horse Hostess Hotspur Hubert King Henry King John King Philip King Richard Lady Macbeth Lady Macduff liege live look Lord Bardolph Macduff majesty Malcolm master Mortimer Mowbray Murderer never night noble Northumberland Pandulph peace Percy Pistol Poins pray Prince Henry Prince John Queen Rosse Salisbury SCENE Shallow shalt shame sir John sir John Falstaff Siward soldier soul speak sweet sword tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue uncle unto villain Warwick Westmoreland Witch Worcester word York
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Pagina 480 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered ; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's...
Pagina 16 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly. If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all — here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
Pagina 321 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it : — therefore I'll none of it : Honour is a mere scutcheon/ and so ends my catechism.
Pagina 355 - Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly? coming in to borrow a mess of vinegar; telling us she had a good dish of prawns; whereby thou didst desire to eat some, whereby I told thee they were ill for a green wound?
Pagina 419 - O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act And monarchs to behold the swelling scene ! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars ; and at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword and fire Crouch for employment.
Pagina 153 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Pagina 365 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — O Sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down...
Pagina 254 - Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin, new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home; He was perfumed like a milliner ; And "twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose, and took't away again ; Who, therewith angry, when it...
Pagina 41 - 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 ! Lady M.
Pagina 17 - He's here in double trust ; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed : then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.