The Handy-volume Shakspeare [ed. by Q.D.]. |
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... breath into the wind .- ' Would they had stay'd ! Ban . Were such things here as we do speak about ? Or have we eaten on the insane root , That takes the reason prisoner ? Macb . Your children shall be kings . Ban . You shall be king ...
... breath into the wind .- ' Would they had stay'd ! Ban . Were such things here as we do speak about ? Or have we eaten on the insane root , That takes the reason prisoner ? Macb . Your children shall be kings . Ban . You shall be king ...
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... breath , had scarcely more Than would make up his message . Lady M. He brings great news . Give him tending , [ Exit Attendant . The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal ent ( e ) rance of Duncan Under my battlements . Come ...
... breath , had scarcely more Than would make up his message . Lady M. He brings great news . Give him tending , [ Exit Attendant . The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal ent ( e ) rance of Duncan Under my battlements . Come ...
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... breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty , frieze , Buttress , nor coigne 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 . Enter LADY ...
... breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty , frieze , Buttress , nor coigne 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 . Enter LADY ...
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... 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 . [ Exit . SCENE II . - The same . Enter LADY MACBETH . Lady M. That which ...
... 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 . [ Exit . SCENE II . - The same . Enter LADY MACBETH . Lady M. That which ...
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... breath To time , and mortal custom . - Yet my heart Throbs to know one thing : tell me ( if your art Can tell so much ) , shall Banquo's issue ever Reign in this kingdom ? All . Seek to know no more . Macb . I will be satisfied : deny ...
... breath To time , and mortal custom . - Yet my heart Throbs to know one thing : tell me ( if your art Can tell so much ) , shall Banquo's issue ever Reign in this kingdom ? All . Seek to know no more . Macb . I will be satisfied : deny ...
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arms attend Banquo bear beauty better birds blood break breast breath cheeks cold comes dead dear death deed deep desire dost doth Enter eyes face fair fall false fear fight fire flower foul gentle give grace grief hand hast hate hath head hear heart heaven hold honour hope hour keep kind king kiss Lady leave lies light lips live look lord love's Lucrece lust Macb Macbeth Macd means mind murder nature never night once pity poor praise quoth rest Rosse round shame sight sleep sometime sorrow soul speak stand strong sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought thyself tongue true truth weep wind Witch worth wound youth
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Seite 22 - 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 ! 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...
Seite 247 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that...
Seite 314 - The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields. A honey tongue, a heart of gall Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
Seite 260 - That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell...
Seite 89 - 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.
Seite 227 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy ; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace...
Seite 212 - When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held : Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies, Where all the treasure of thy lusty days, — To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes, Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise. How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use, If thou couldst answer — "This fair child of mine Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse...
Seite 20 - The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, 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 226 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's •waste : Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe, And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight...
Seite 17 - 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 Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature...