TragediesD. Appleton, 1870 |
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Pagina 25
... God's sake , yet could not equivocate to heaven : O , come in , equivocator . [ Knocking . ] Knock , knock , knock : Who's there ? ' Faith , here's an English tailor come hither , for stealing out of a French hose : Come in , tailor ...
... God's sake , yet could not equivocate to heaven : O , come in , equivocator . [ Knocking . ] Knock , knock , knock : Who's there ? ' Faith , here's an English tailor come hither , for stealing out of a French hose : Come in , tailor ...
Pagina 30
... sit easier than our new ! ROSSE . Farewell , father . OLD M. God's benison go with you , and with those That would make good of bad , and friends of foes ! [ Exeunt . ACT III . SCENE I. - Forres . A Room 30 ACT II . SC . IV . MACBETH .
... sit easier than our new ! ROSSE . Farewell , father . OLD M. God's benison go with you , and with those That would make good of bad , and friends of foes ! [ Exeunt . ACT III . SCENE I. - Forres . A Room 30 ACT II . SC . IV . MACBETH .
Pagina 61
... God it be , sir . DocT . This disease is beyond my practice : Yet I have known those which have walked in their ... God , God , forgive us all ! Look after her ; Remove from her the means of all annoyance , And still keep eyes upon her ...
... God it be , sir . DocT . This disease is beyond my practice : Yet I have known those which have walked in their ... God , God , forgive us all ! Look after her ; Remove from her the means of all annoyance , And still keep eyes upon her ...
Pagina 70
... God's soldier be he ! Had I as many sons as I have hairs , I would not wish them to a fairer death : And so his ... God be with him ! -Here comes newer comfort . Re - enter MACDUFF , with MACBETH's heal . MACD 70 ACT V. MACBETH .
... God's soldier be he ! Had I as many sons as I have hairs , I would not wish them to a fairer death : And so his ... God be with him ! -Here comes newer comfort . Re - enter MACDUFF , with MACBETH's heal . MACD 70 ACT V. MACBETH .
Pagina 74
... God - eyld us for your pains . " God - eyld is only a more familiar and playful form of the old phrase , God yield you , i . e . reward you for your pains . FOYSONS . Act IV . , Sc . 3 . " Scotland hath foysons to fill up your will ...
... God - eyld us for your pains . " God - eyld is only a more familiar and playful form of the old phrase , God yield you , i . e . reward you for your pains . FOYSONS . Act IV . , Sc . 3 . " Scotland hath foysons to fill up your will ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Achilles AGAM Agamemnon AJAX Appears Aufidius Banquo bear blood Brutus Cæsar call'd CASCA Cassius CHAR Charmian CLEO Cleopatra Cominius Coriolanus CRES Cressida Cymbeline dead death deed Diomed doth ENOBARBUS Enter EROS Exeunt Exit eyes Farewell fear fight fool friends give gods GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven HECT Hector Henry Holinshed honour IACH Imogen Julius Cæsar king lady Lepidus look lord Lucius MACB Macbeth MACD madam Marcius Mark Antony MESS night noble Octavia Pandarus Patroclus peace Pisanio poet Pompey Posthumus pray Priam prince prithee queen Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE Shakspere Shakspere's sleep soldier speak stand sweet sword tell thee THER there's Thersites thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius Troilus Troy ULYSS unto Volces What's WITCH word worthy
Populaire passages
Pagina 290 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Pagina 234 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts ; I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood : I only speak right on ; I tell you that which you yourselves do know...
Pagina 562 - And, hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Pagina 14 - 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 190 - Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops. Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The live-long day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome : And when you saw his chariot but appear, Have you not made an universal shout, That Tiber trembled underneath her banks...
Pagina 242 - I may do that I shall be sorry for. Bru. You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats; For I am armed so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind, Which I respect not. I did send to you For certain sums of gold, which you denied me — For I can raise no money by vile means: . By Heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash, By any indirection.
Pagina 35 - 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 268 - Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide arch Of the rang'd empire fall ! Here is my space. Kingdoms are clay : our dungy earth alike Feeds beast as man : the nobleness of life Is to do thus ; when such a mutual pair [Embracing. And such a twain can do't, in which I bind, On pain of punishment, the world to weet We stand up peerless.
Pagina 15 - The effect, and it !• Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murthering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief!
Pagina 232 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.