Macbeth, from the text of S. Johnson and G. Steevens, revised |
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... speak things strange . Rosse . God save the king ! King . Whence cam'st thou , worthy thane ? Rosse . From Fife , great king , Where the Norweyan banners * flout the sky , And fan our people cold . 7༠ Norway himself , with terrible ...
... speak things strange . Rosse . God save the king ! King . Whence cam'st thou , worthy thane ? Rosse . From Fife , great king , Where the Norweyan banners * flout the sky , And fan our people cold . 7༠ Norway himself , with terrible ...
Strona 6
... Speak , if you can ; —What are you ? 1 Witch . All hail , Macbeth * ! hail to thee , thane of Glamis * ! 2 Witch ... speak not : If you can look into the seeds of time , 150 And say , which grain will grow , and which will not ; Speak ...
... Speak , if you can ; —What are you ? 1 Witch . All hail , Macbeth * ! hail to thee , thane of Glamis * ! 2 Witch ... speak not : If you can look into the seeds of time , 150 And say , which grain will grow , and which will not ; Speak ...
Strona 7
... Speak , I charge [ Witches vanih . you . Ban . The earth hath bubbles , as the water has , 169 And these are of them : -Whither are they vanish'd ? Mac . Into the air ; and what seem'd corporal , melted As breath into the wind ...
... Speak , I charge [ Witches vanih . you . Ban . The earth hath bubbles , as the water has , 169 And these are of them : -Whither are they vanish'd ? Mac . Into the air ; and what seem'd corporal , melted As breath into the wind ...
Strona 8
... speak true ? 200 Mac . The thane of Cawdor lives : Why do you dress me In borrow'd robes ? Ang . Who was the thane , lives yet ; But under heavy judgment bears that life , Which he deserves to lose . Whether he was Combin'd * with ...
... speak true ? 200 Mac . The thane of Cawdor lives : Why do you dress me In borrow'd robes ? Ang . Who was the thane , lives yet ; But under heavy judgment bears that life , Which he deserves to lose . Whether he was Combin'd * with ...
Strona 10
... speak Our free hearts each to other . Ban . Very gladly . Mac . ' Till then , enough . - Come , friends . [ Exeunt . SCENE IV . Flourish . Enter King , MALCOLM , DONALBAIN , LENOX , and Attendants . King . Is execution done on Cawdor ...
... speak Our free hearts each to other . Ban . Very gladly . Mac . ' Till then , enough . - Come , friends . [ Exeunt . SCENE IV . Flourish . Enter King , MALCOLM , DONALBAIN , LENOX , and Attendants . King . Is execution done on Cawdor ...
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Alarum ANGUS Attendants Birnam wood bleed blood call'd CATHNESS cauldron charm Chor daggers dare dead death deed Doct Donalbain doth Drum and Colours Duncan Dunsinane dy'd enchantment Enter BANQUO Enter Lady MACBETH Enter MACBETH Enter MALCOLM Enter ROSSE Exeunt Exit father fear Fife fight Fleance friends Gent Give Glamis grace hail hand Hark hast hath hear heart heaven Hecate honour i'the is't kill'd king of Scotland Knock LENOX live look lord Macd Macduff murder nature night noble o'the poison'd poor pray Re-enter Saracens SCENE II SCENE SCENE Scotland Servant SEYTON shake Shakspere shalt shew SIWARD sleep Soldiers speak spirits strange sword thane of Cawdor thee There's thine things thither thou art thought three WITCHES Thunder to-night tongue traitor tyrant weird sisters What's Who's wife witchcraft worthy thane καὶ
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Strona 42 - But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly: better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our place, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.
Strona 6 - 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.
Strona 14 - 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 13 - Yet do I fear thy nature ; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way.
Strona 42 - Enter MACBETH. How now, my lord ? why do you keep alone, Of sorriest fancies your companions making ? Using those thoughts which should indeed have died With them they think on ? Things without all remedy, Should be without regard : what's done is done.
Strona 16 - This guest of summer, The temple-haunting. martlet, does approve, By his lov'd mansionry, that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coigne of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed, and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt, I have observ'd, The air is delicate.
Strona 15 - You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry " Hold, hold !
Strona 72 - Put on with holy prayers : and 'tis spoken, To the succeeding royalty he leaves The healing benediction. With this strange virtue, He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy ; And sundry blessings hang about his throne, That speak him full of grace.
Strona 82 - Cure her of that: Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuffd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart?
Strona 5 - The weird sisters, hand in hand, Posters of the sea and land, Thus do go about, about: Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine, And thrice again, to make up nine.