The complete works of Shakspere, with a memoir, and essay, by Barry Cornwall. Historical and critical studies of Shakspere's text [&c.] by R.G. White, R.H. Horne, and other writers, Band 2 |
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... dead for breath , had scarcely more Than would make up his message . Give him tending ; Lady M. He brings great news . The raven himself is hoarse [ Exit Attendant . That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements . Come ...
... dead for breath , had scarcely more Than would make up his message . Give him tending ; Lady M. He brings great news . The raven himself is hoarse [ Exit Attendant . That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements . Come ...
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... dead , and wicked dreams abuse The curtained sleep ; now witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings ; and withered murder , Alarumed by his sentinel , the wolf , Whose howl's his watch , thus with his stealthy pace , With Tarquin's ...
... dead , and wicked dreams abuse The curtained sleep ; now witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings ; and withered murder , Alarumed by his sentinel , the wolf , Whose howl's his watch , thus with his stealthy pace , With Tarquin's ...
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... dead Are but as pictures : ' t is the eye of childhood , That fears a painted devil . If he do bleed , I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal , For it must seem their guilt . Macb . [ Exit . Knocking within . Whence is that knocking ...
... dead Are but as pictures : ' t is the eye of childhood , That fears a painted devil . If he do bleed , I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal , For it must seem their guilt . Macb . [ Exit . Knocking within . Whence is that knocking ...
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... dead ; The wine of life is drawn , and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of . Enter MALCOLM and DONALBAIN . Don . What is amiss ! Macb . You are , and do not know it : The spring , the head , the fountain of your blood Is stopped ...
... dead ; The wine of life is drawn , and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of . Enter MALCOLM and DONALBAIN . Don . What is amiss ! Macb . You are , and do not know it : The spring , the head , the fountain of your blood Is stopped ...
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... dead , Whom we , to gain our place , have sent to peace , Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy . Duncan is in his grave : After life's fitful fever , he sleeps well ; Treason has done his worst : nor steel , nor ...
... dead , Whom we , to gain our place , have sent to peace , Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy . Duncan is in his grave : After life's fitful fever , he sleeps well ; Treason has done his worst : nor steel , nor ...
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Achilles Ajax Alcibiades Antony Apem Apemantus art thou Banquo bear better blood Brutus Cæs Cæsar Casca Cassio Cleo Cominius Coriolanus Cres CYMBELINE daughter dead dear death Desdemona Diomed dost doth Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear folio fool fortune friends give gods GUIDERIUS Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven Hector honour Iach Iago Imogen Juliet Kent King knave lady Laertes Lear look lord Macb Macbeth Macd madam Marcius never night noble Nurse Othello Pandarus Patroclus play POLONIUS Pompey poor pr'y thee pray Queen Re-enter Roman Rome Romeo Scene Serv Servant Shakspere shew soul speak stand sweet sword tell there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Timon Troilus Tybalt villain What's wife word
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Seite 164 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed, that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Seite 37 - 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.
Seite 162 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely. The pangs of despised love, the law's delay. The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes. When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear. To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death.
Seite 54 - How could communities, Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities, Peaceful commerce from dividable shores, The primogenitive and due of birth, Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels, But by degree, stand in authentic place? Take but degree away, untune that string, 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...
Seite 480 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious ; And sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke ; But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause : What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
Seite 186 - Alas ! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chapfallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let...
Seite 481 - And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Seite 479 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest— For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men— Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man.
Seite 266 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Seite 479 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand, why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer,— Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves; than that Caesar were dead, to live all...