The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, Band 8G. Bell, 1875 |
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... Macd . Look to the lady . Mal . Help me hence , ho ! Why do we hold our tongues , That most may claim this argument for ours ? Don . What should be spoken here , Where our fate , hid in an auger - hole , May rush , and seize us ? Let's ...
... Macd . Look to the lady . Mal . Help me hence , ho ! Why do we hold our tongues , That most may claim this argument for ours ? Don . What should be spoken here , Where our fate , hid in an auger - hole , May rush , and seize us ? Let's ...
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... Macd . All . And so do I. So all . Macb . Let's briefly put on manly readiness , And meet i ' the hall together . All . Well contented . [ Exeunt all but MAL . and DON Mal . What will you do ? Let's not consort with them : To show an ...
... Macd . All . And so do I. So all . Macb . Let's briefly put on manly readiness , And meet i ' the hall together . All . Well contented . [ Exeunt all but MAL . and DON Mal . What will you do ? Let's not consort with them : To show an ...
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... Macd . -- Why , see you not ? Rosse . Is't known who did this more than bloody deed ? Macd . Those that Macbeth hath slain . Rosse . Alas , the day ! They were suborn'd : What good could they pretend3 ? Macd . Malcolm , and Donalbain ...
... Macd . -- Why , see you not ? Rosse . Is't known who did this more than bloody deed ? Macd . Those that Macbeth hath slain . Rosse . Alas , the day ! They were suborn'd : What good could they pretend3 ? Macd . Malcolm , and Donalbain ...
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... Macd . No , cousin , I'll to Fife . Rosse . Will you to Scone ? Well , I will thither . Macd . Well , may you see things well done there ; - adieu ! Lest our old robes sit easier than our new ! Rosse . Farewell , father . Old M. God's ...
... Macd . No , cousin , I'll to Fife . Rosse . Will you to Scone ? Well , I will thither . Macd . Well , may you see things well done there ; - adieu ! Lest our old robes sit easier than our new ! Rosse . Farewell , father . Old M. God's ...
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... Macd . What had he done , to make him fly the land ? Rosse . You must have patience , madam . L. Macd . He had none ; His flight was madness : When our actions do not , Our fears do make us traitors1 . Rosse . You know not , Whether it ...
... Macd . What had he done , to make him fly the land ? Rosse . You must have patience , madam . L. Macd . He had none ; His flight was madness : When our actions do not , Our fears do make us traitors1 . Rosse . You know not , Whether it ...
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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...
Seite 229 - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law : but 'tis not so above ; There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature, and we ourselves compell'd Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults To give in evidence.
Seite 234 - See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Seite 209 - Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor : suit the action to the word, the word to the action, with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature...
Seite 134 - Seems, madam ! nay, it is ; I know not seems. 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of...
Seite 251 - Of thinking too precisely on the event, A thought which quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward, I do not know Why yet I live to say ' This thing's to do;' Sith I have cause and will and strength and means To do't.
Seite 211 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Seite 209 - ... 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 153 - Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd, Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws, To cast thee up again. What may this mean, That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon, Making night hideous; and we fools of nature So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
Seite 322 - Lear. Let it be so, — thy truth, then, be thy dower : For, by the sacred radiance of the sun, The mysteries of Hecate, and the night ; By all the operation of the orbs From whom we do exist, and cease to be ; Here I disclaim all my paternal care, Propinquity and property of blood, And, as a stranger to my heart and me, Hold thee, from this, for ever.