The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with a selection of notes from the most emient commentators, &c., by A. Chalmers, Tom 4 |
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Strona 319
... Macb . So foul and fair a day I have not seen . Ban . How far is't call'd to Fores ? -What are these , So wither'd , and so wild in their attire ; That look not like the inhabitants o'the earth , And yet are on't ? Live you ? or are you ...
... Macb . So foul and fair a day I have not seen . Ban . How far is't call'd to Fores ? -What are these , So wither'd , and so wild in their attire ; That look not like the inhabitants o'the earth , And yet are on't ? Live you ? or are you ...
Strona 320
... Macb . Speak , if you can ; -What are you ? 1 Witch . All hail , Macbeth ! hail to thee , thane of Glamis ! " 2 Witch . All hail , Macbeth ! hail to thee , thane of Cawdor ! 7 3 Witch . All hail , Macbeth ! that shalt be king hereafter ...
... Macb . Speak , if you can ; -What are you ? 1 Witch . All hail , Macbeth ! hail to thee , thane of Glamis ! " 2 Witch . All hail , Macbeth ! hail to thee , thane of Cawdor ! 7 3 Witch . All hail , Macbeth ! that shalt be king hereafter ...
Strona 321
... Macb . Into the air ; and what seem'd corporal , melted As breath into the wind .- ' Would they had staid ! Ban . Were such things here , as we do speak about ? Or have we eaten of the insane root , * That takes the reason prisoner ? Macb ...
... Macb . Into the air ; and what seem'd corporal , melted As breath into the wind .- ' Would they had staid ! Ban . Were such things here , as we do speak about ? Or have we eaten of the insane root , * That takes the reason prisoner ? Macb ...
Strona 322
... Macb . The thane of Cawdor lives ; Why do dress me In borrow'd robes ? Ang . you Who was the thane , lives yet ; But under heavy judgment bears that life Which he deserves to lose . Whether he was His wonders and his praises do contend ...
... Macb . The thane of Cawdor lives ; Why do dress me In borrow'd robes ? Ang . you Who was the thane , lives yet ; But under heavy judgment bears that life Which he deserves to lose . Whether he was His wonders and his praises do contend ...
Strona 323
... Macb . Glamis , and thane of Cawdor : The greatest is behind . — Thanks for your pains.— Do you not hope your children shall be kings , When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me , Promis'd no less to them ? 8 That , trusted home ...
... Macb . Glamis , and thane of Cawdor : The greatest is behind . — Thanks for your pains.— Do you not hope your children shall be kings , When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me , Promis'd no less to them ? 8 That , trusted home ...
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Strona 367 - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Strona 373 - Blood hath been shed ere now i' the olden time, Ere human statute purged the gentle weal; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear : the times have been, That when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end: but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools: this is more strange Than such a murder is.
Strona 345 - 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 whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Strona 322 - 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.
Strona 183 - You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock ; And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race ; This is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather : but The art itself is nature.
Strona 374 - 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.
Strona 331 - Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
Strona 182 - Say there be; Yet nature is made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Strona 344 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Strona 344 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest : I see thee still ; And on thy blade, and dudgeon, gouts of blood, Which was not so before. — There's no such thing : It is the bloody business, which informs Thus to mine eyes. — Now o'er the one...