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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... Killing swine . 3rd Witch . Sister , where thou ? 1st Witch . A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her lap , And mounched , and mounched , and mounched : - " Give me , " quoth I : " Aroint thee , witch ! " the rump - fed ronyon cries . Her ...
... Killing swine . 3rd Witch . Sister , where thou ? 1st Witch . A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her lap , And mounched , and mounched , and mounched : - " Give me , " quoth I : " Aroint thee , witch ! " the rump - fed ronyon cries . Her ...
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... kill them . Macd . Wherefore did you so ? Macb . Who can be wise , amazed , temperate and furious , Loyal and neutral , in a moment ? No man : The expedition of my violent love Outran the pauser reason.- n . - Here lay Duncan , His ...
... kill them . Macd . Wherefore did you so ? Macb . Who can be wise , amazed , temperate and furious , Loyal and neutral , in a moment ? No man : The expedition of my violent love Outran the pauser reason.- n . - Here lay Duncan , His ...
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... killed . Rosse . And Duncan's horses ( a thing most strange and certain ) , Beauteous and swift , the minions of ... kill ; The sacred storehouse of his predecessors And guardian of their bones . Rosse . Will you to Scone ? Macd . No ...
... killed . Rosse . And Duncan's horses ( a thing most strange and certain ) , Beauteous and swift , the minions of ... kill ; The sacred storehouse of his predecessors And guardian of their bones . Rosse . Will you to Scone ? Macd . No ...
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... killed it : She'll close , and be herself ; whilst our poor malice Remains in danger of her former tooth . But let the frame of things disjoint , Both the worlds suffer , Ere we will eat our meal in fear , and sleep In affliction of ...
... killed it : She'll close , and be herself ; whilst our poor malice Remains in danger of her former tooth . But let the frame of things disjoint , Both the worlds suffer , Ere we will eat our meal in fear , and sleep In affliction of ...
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... killed , For Fleance fled . Men must not walk too late . Who cannot want the thought , how monstrous It was for Malcolm and for Donalbain To kill their gracious father ? damnéd fact ! How it did grieve Macbeth ! did he not straight , In ...
... killed , For Fleance fled . Men must not walk too late . Who cannot want the thought , how monstrous It was for Malcolm and for Donalbain To kill their gracious father ? damnéd fact ! How it did grieve Macbeth ! did he not straight , In ...
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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...