The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: In Ten Volumes: Collated Verbatim with the Most Authentick Copies, and Revised; with the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added, an Essay on the Chronological Order of His Plays; an Essay Relative to Shakspeare and Jonson; a Dissertation on the Three Parts of King Henry VI; an Historical Account of the English Stage; and Notes; by Edmond Malone, Band 4H. Baldwin, 1790 |
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... Macd . Is the king stirring , worthy thane ? Mach . Not yet . Len . Goes the king hence to - day ? Macb . He did appoint fo . Len . The night has been unruly ; where we lay Chimneys were blown down ; & c . Mach . Twas a rough night . He ...
... Macd . Is the king stirring , worthy thane ? Mach . Not yet . Len . Goes the king hence to - day ? Macb . He did appoint fo . Len . The night has been unruly ; where we lay Chimneys were blown down ; & c . Mach . Twas a rough night . He ...
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... Macd . Was it fo late , friend , ere you went to bed , That you do lie fo late ? Port . ' Faith , fir , we were caroufing till the fecond cock and drink , fir , is a great provoker of three things . Macd . What three things doth drink ...
... Macd . Was it fo late , friend , ere you went to bed , That you do lie fo late ? Port . ' Faith , fir , we were caroufing till the fecond cock and drink , fir , is a great provoker of three things . Macd . What three things doth drink ...
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... Macd . Is the king stirring , worthy thane ? Macb . Not yet . Macd . He did command me to call timely on him ; almoft overpafs'd the hour ; and the porter tells him " we were carouf- ing till the fecond cock ; " fo that we must suppose ...
... Macd . Is the king stirring , worthy thane ? Macb . Not yet . Macd . He did command me to call timely on him ; almoft overpafs'd the hour ; and the porter tells him " we were carouf- ing till the fecond cock ; " fo that we must suppose ...
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... Macd . I know , this is a joyful trouble to you ; But yet , ' tis one . Macb . The labour we delight in , phyficks pain . This is the door . Macd . I'll make fo bold to call , For ' tis my limited service " . Lea . Goes the king hence ...
... Macd . I know , this is a joyful trouble to you ; But yet , ' tis one . Macb . The labour we delight in , phyficks pain . This is the door . Macd . I'll make fo bold to call , For ' tis my limited service " . Lea . Goes the king hence ...
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... Macd . O horrour ! horrour ! horrour ! Tongue , nor heart , Cannot conceive , nor name thee ! Macb . Len . What's the matter ? Macd . Confufion now hath made his mafter - piece ! Moft facrilegious murder hath broke ope The Lord's ...
... Macd . O horrour ! horrour ! horrour ! Tongue , nor heart , Cannot conceive , nor name thee ! Macb . Len . What's the matter ? Macd . Confufion now hath made his mafter - piece ! Moft facrilegious murder hath broke ope The Lord's ...
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Seite 320 - 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?
Seite 370 - 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.
Seite 295 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty...
Seite 305 - 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.
Seite 184 - I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty ; or that youth would sleep out the rest: for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.
Seite 309 - Like the poor cat i" the adage ? Macb. Pr'ythee, peace : I dare do all that may become a man ; Who dares do more, is none. Lady M. What beast was't then, That made you break this enterprise to me ? When you durst do it, then you were a man ; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.
Seite 62 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
Seite 292 - 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.
Seite 331 - I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal ; For it must seem their guilt. [Exit. Knocking within. Macb. 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.
Seite 285 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill : cannot be good. If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor: If good, why do I yield to that suggestion...