The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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Pagina 65
... grief ? Roffe . That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker ; Each minute teems a new one . Macd . How does my wife ? Roffe . Why , well . And all my children ? Well too . Macd . Roffe . ? Macd . The tyrant has not batter'd at their ...
... grief ? Roffe . That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker ; Each minute teems a new one . Macd . How does my wife ? Roffe . Why , well . And all my children ? Well too . Macd . Roffe . ? Macd . The tyrant has not batter'd at their ...
Pagina 66
... grief , Due to fome fingle breast ? Roffe . No mind , that's honeft , But in it shares fome woe ; though the main part Pertains to you alone . Macd . If it be mine , Keep it not from me , quickly let me have it . Roffe . Let not your ...
... grief , Due to fome fingle breast ? Roffe . No mind , that's honeft , But in it shares fome woe ; though the main part Pertains to you alone . Macd . If it be mine , Keep it not from me , quickly let me have it . Roffe . Let not your ...
Pagina 67
... grief Convert to anger ; blunt not the heart , enrage it . Macd . O , I could play the woman with mine eyes , And braggart with my tongue ! —But , gentle heaven , Cut short all intermiffion ; front to front , Bring thou this fiend of ...
... grief Convert to anger ; blunt not the heart , enrage it . Macd . O , I could play the woman with mine eyes , And braggart with my tongue ! —But , gentle heaven , Cut short all intermiffion ; front to front , Bring thou this fiend of ...
Pagina 33
... grief is proud , and makes his owner ftout . To me , and to the state of my great grief , Let kings affemble ; for my grief's so great , That no fupporter but the huge firm earth Can hold it up : here I and forrow fit ; Here is my ...
... grief is proud , and makes his owner ftout . To me , and to the state of my great grief , Let kings affemble ; for my grief's so great , That no fupporter but the huge firm earth Can hold it up : here I and forrow fit ; Here is my ...
Pagina 43
... grief . K. John . Coufin , [ To the Bastard . ] away for England ; hafte before : And , ere our coming , fee thou shake the bags Of hoarding abbots ; imprisoned angels Set thou at liberty : the fat ribs of peace Muft by the hungry now ...
... grief . K. John . Coufin , [ To the Bastard . ] away for England ; hafte before : And , ere our coming , fee thou shake the bags Of hoarding abbots ; imprisoned angels Set thou at liberty : the fat ribs of peace Muft by the hungry now ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
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Populaire passages
Pagina 73 - 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 21 - With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives: Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. [A bell rings. I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
Pagina 16 - 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; And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Pagina 49 - 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 91 - 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 55 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
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 20 - 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 23 - 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 16 - 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...