Chamber's household edition of the dramatic works of William Shakespeare, ed. by R. Carruthers and W. Chambers, Teil 34,Band 9 |
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... dead for breath , had scarcely more Than would make up his message . Lady M. Give him tending , [ Exit Attendant . He brings great news . The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements . Come ...
... dead for breath , had scarcely more Than would make up his message . Lady M. Give him tending , [ Exit Attendant . He brings great news . The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements . Come ...
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... dead , and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleeper ; 2 witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings ; and withered murder , Alarum'd by his sentinel , the wolf , Whose howl's his watch , thus with his stealthy pace , With Tarquin's ...
... dead , and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleeper ; 2 witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings ; and withered murder , Alarum'd 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 ; ' tis 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 ; ' tis 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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... hour before this chance , I had liv'd a blessed time ; for , from this instant , There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown and grace is dead ; The wine of life is drawn , and the mere 34 [ ACT II . MACBETH .
... hour before this chance , I had liv'd a blessed time ; for , from this instant , There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown and grace is dead ; The wine of life is drawn , and the mere 34 [ ACT II . MACBETH .
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... dead , Whom we , to gain our peace , have sent to peace , 5 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 peace , have sent to peace , 5 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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Aaron Alcib Alcibiades Apem Apemantus Athens Attendants Banquo Bassianus blood Boult brother Cawdor CHIRON Cleon daughter dead death deed Demet DIONYZA dost doth emperor empress Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear feast Flav Fleance fool fortune friends give gods gold Goths grace grief hand hath hear heart heaven Helicanus hither honour king Lady LADY MACBETH Lavinia live look Lord Timon Lucius Lucullus LYSIMACHUS Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff Malcolm Marc Marcus Marina Mitylene murder ne'er never night noble Pericles Poet pray Prince Prince of Tyre queen revenge Rome Ross SATURNINUS SCENE Second Lord Serv Servant Shakespeare shalt shew sleep sons sorrow speak sweet Tamora tears tell Thaisa Thane Tharsus thee There's thine thou art thou hast thyself TIMON OF ATHENS Titus Andronicus tongue Tyre unto villain wife Witch word wouldst
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Seite 14 - I' the name of truth, Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner You greet with present grace, and great prediction Of noble having, and of royal hope, That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not: If you can look into the seeds of time, And say, which grain will grow, and which will not, Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, Your favours, nor your hate.
Seite 16 - 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...
Seite 29 - Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep : witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings ; and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, 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 where-about, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Seite 23 - Not bear the knife myself. 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...
Seite 20 - It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way : thou wouldst be great ; Art not without ambition ; but without The illness should attend it : what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily ; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win : thou'dst have, great Glamis, That which cries " Thus thou must do, if thou have it ; And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone.
Seite 57 - Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble, Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf : Witches...
Seite 22 - By his loved mansionry that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coign 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.
Seite 17 - Implored your highness' pardon and set forth A deep repentance : nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it ; he died As one that had been studied in his death, To throw away the dearest thing he owed* As 'twere a careless trifle.
Seite 31 - Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep ; Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast ;— Lady M.
Seite 19 - 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.