MacbethAmerican Book Company, 1904 - 269 pagini |
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Pagina 48
... crown which was to give " solely sovereign sway and masterdom " to her husband , brought him only terrible dreams and bitter misery . And as he drifted farther and farther away from her upon a sea of guilt , she awoke to a realization ...
... crown which was to give " solely sovereign sway and masterdom " to her husband , brought him only terrible dreams and bitter misery . And as he drifted farther and farther away from her upon a sea of guilt , she awoke to a realization ...
Pagina 62
... crown , Besides the thane of Cawdor . But ' tis strange : And oftentimes , to win us to our harm , The instruments of darkness tell us truths , Win us with honest trifles , to betray's In deepest consequence . [ To Ross and Angus ] ...
... crown , Besides the thane of Cawdor . But ' tis strange : And oftentimes , to win us to our harm , The instruments of darkness tell us truths , Win us with honest trifles , to betray's In deepest consequence . [ To Ross and Angus ] ...
Pagina 63
... crown me , Without my stir . Banquo . New honours come upon him , Like our strange garments , cleave not to their mould But with the aid of use . Macbeth . [ Aside ] Come what come may , Time and the hour runs through the roughest day ...
... crown me , Without my stir . Banquo . New honours come upon him , Like our strange garments , cleave not to their mould But with the aid of use . Macbeth . [ Aside ] Come what come may , Time and the hour runs through the roughest day ...
Pagina 68
... crown'd withal . Enter a Messenger What is your tidings ? it : Messenger . The king comes here to - night . Lady Macbeth . Thou'rt mad to say Is not thy master with him ? who , were't so , Would have inform'd for preparation . Messenger ...
... crown'd withal . Enter a Messenger What is your tidings ? it : Messenger . The king comes here to - night . Lady Macbeth . Thou'rt mad to say Is not thy master with him ? who , were't so , Would have inform'd for preparation . Messenger ...
Pagina 69
... 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 , nor keep peace between The effect and it ! Come to my ...
... 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 , nor keep peace between The effect and it ! Come to my ...
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Angus Apparition Banquo Birnam wood blood cæsura Cambridge editors chamber correction crime crown dagger dare death deed Doctor Donalbain drama Dunsinane Elizabethan England English Enter MACBETH evil Exeunt Exit familiar spirit fear fight Fleance Forres friends gallowglasses ghost give Glamis hail hand hath hear heart heaven Hecate HENRY VAN DYKE Holinshed honour husband king king's knocking Lady Macbeth Lady Macduff Lennox lord Malcolm means Messenger metre mind modern editors murder of Duncan nature night nobles passage perfect spy perhaps phrase play pronounced prophecy Ross royal scene Scotland Second Witch seems sense Servant Seyton Shake Shakespeare Shakespeare's day Siward sleep soldier speak speech spirits stage direction strange Stratford sword syllable terrible Textual Notes thane of Cawdor thee things Third Witch THOMAS MARC PARROTT thou thought throne weird sisters wife words ΙΟ
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Pagina 147 - 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 M. 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.
Pagina 59 - 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, Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, Your favours, nor your hate.
Pagina 105 - Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day, 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 wing to the rooky wood : Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Pagina 73 - 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. 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 71 - This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve By his loved mansionry, that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed The air is delicate.
Pagina 156 - I have almost forgot the taste of fears : The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek ; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in't : I have supp'd full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.
Pagina 112 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Pagina 84 - I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt. Exit. Knocking within MACBETH. Whence is that knocking? How is't with me, when every noise appals me? What hands are here? Ha! they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
Pagina 113 - What man dare, I dare: Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger; Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble...
Pagina 81 - tis not done: the attempt and not the deed Confounds us. Hark! I laid their daggers ready; He could not miss 'em.