The Dramatic Writings of Will. Shakespeare: With Introductory Prefaces to Each Play ; Printed Complete from the Best Editions, Volume 6R. Morison Junr., 1798 |
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Pagina 15
... brings great news . The raven himself is hoarfe , [ Exit Melenger . That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements . Come , you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts , unfex me here , And fill me , from the crown to th ...
... brings great news . The raven himself is hoarfe , [ Exit Melenger . That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements . Come , you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts , unfex me here , And fill me , from the crown to th ...
Pagina 20
... Bring forth men children only ! For thy undaunted metal fhould compofe Nothing but males . Will it not be receiv'd , When we have mark'd with blood thofe fleepy two Of his own chamber , and us'd their very daggers , That they have done ...
... Bring forth men children only ! For thy undaunted metal fhould compofe Nothing but males . Will it not be receiv'd , When we have mark'd with blood thofe fleepy two Of his own chamber , and us'd their very daggers , That they have done ...
Pagina 25
... bring thefe daggers from the place ? They muft lie there : Go , carry them ; and smear The fleepy grooms with blood . I Mach . I'll go no more : am afraid to think what I have done ; Look on't again , I dare not . Lady . Infirm of ...
... bring thefe daggers from the place ? They muft lie there : Go , carry them ; and smear The fleepy grooms with blood . I Mach . I'll go no more : am afraid to think what I have done ; Look on't again , I dare not . Lady . Infirm of ...
Pagina 27
... command me to call timely on him : I have almost flipt the hour . Mach . I'll bring you to him . Macd . I know this is a joyful trouble to you ; Bet yet , ' tis one . Macb . The C 2 Bu Aa 11 . 27 MACBETH . Enter MACDUFF, and LENOX. ...
... command me to call timely on him : I have almost flipt the hour . Mach . I'll bring you to him . Macd . I know this is a joyful trouble to you ; Bet yet , ' tis one . Macb . The C 2 Bu Aa 11 . 27 MACBETH . Enter MACDUFF, and LENOX. ...
Pagina 35
... Bring them before us . - To be thus , is no- [ Exit Servant . But to be fafely thus our fears in Banquo thing ; Stick deep ; and in his royalty of nature Reigns that , which would be fear'd : ' Tis much he And , to that dauntlefs temper ...
... Bring them before us . - To be thus , is no- [ Exit Servant . But to be fafely thus our fears in Banquo thing ; Stick deep ; and in his royalty of nature Reigns that , which would be fear'd : ' Tis much he And , to that dauntlefs temper ...
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The Dramatic Writings of Will. Shakespeare. With Introductory Prefaces to ... William Shakespeare Volledige weergave - 1798 |
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Pagina 68 - 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...
Pagina 18 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: — I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not , fatal vision , sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Pagina 6 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the...
Pagina 25 - Dear Duff, I pr'ythee, contradict thyself, And say, it is not so. Re-enter MACBETH and LENOX. Macb. Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Pagina 38 - 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 66 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Pagina 9 - For in my way it lies. Stars hide your fires ! Let not light see my black and deep desires : The eye wink at the hand ! yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Pagina 21 - Infirm of purpose ! Give me the daggers : the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures : 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil.
Pagina 66 - By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost ; It yearns me not if men my garments wear ; Such outward things dwell not in my desires : But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
Pagina 10 - 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...