Shakespeare's Tragedy of Macbeth: As Produced by Edwin BoothHinton, 1868 - 80 Seiten |
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actor Alarum anon Apparition Attendants Banquo belted plaid Birnam wood blood Booth breath CAITHNESS cauldron crown daggers dare death deed Doct Donalbain doth Duncan Dunsinane EDWIN BOOTH Enter LADY MACBETH Enter MACBETH Enter MACDuff Enter MALCOLM Enter Ross Exeunt Exit Exit Ghost eyes fear fight Fleance Forres Garrick Gent give Glamis hail hand hath hear heart heaven HECATE honour is't king King of Scotland Knocking LENNOX lives look lord Macb Macbeth's castle Macd Mach murder nature night noble old SIWARD perfect spy plaid play poison'd pray Prince of Cumberland Re-enter SCENE Scotland Servant SEYTON shake Shakespeare's shalt sleep soldiers speak speech strange sword thane of Cawdor thee There's thine things Third Witch thou art thought three Witches Thunder to-morrow to-night tongue TRAGEDY OF MACBETH tyrant weird sisters What's wife words worn worthy thane wouldst
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Seite vii - You owe this strange intelligence? or why Upon this blasted heath you stop our way With such prophetic greeting? Speak, I charge you. [Witches vanish. Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them.
Seite 18 - That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, And yet are on't ? Live you ? or are you aught That man may question ? You seem to understand me, By each at once her choppy finger laying Upon her skinny lips : you should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so.° Macb.
Seite 47 - Duncan is in his grave ; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well ; Treason has done his worst : nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further.
Seite 67 - Out, damned spot! out, I say! One; two: why, then, 'tis time to do't ! Hell is murky ! Fie, my Lord, fie ! a soldier, and afeard?
Seite 52 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! Let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with.
Seite 23 - 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 18 - 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 65 - Merciful heaven! What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.
Seite 67 - The Thane of Fife had a wife : where is she now? What ! will these hands ne'er be clean? No more o' that, my lord, no more o' that : you mar all with this starting.
Seite 24 - Glamis thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt be What thou art promised : yet do I fear thy nature; \ It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way...