The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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... Peace ! -the charm's wound up . [ Drum within . Enter MACBETH and BANQUO . Mac . 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 ...
... Peace ! -the charm's wound up . [ Drum within . Enter MACBETH and BANQUO . Mac . 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 ...
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... peace between The effect , and it ! Come to my woman's breafts , And take my milk for gall , you murd'ring ministers , Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief ! Come , thick night , And pall thee in the ...
... peace between The effect , and it ! Come to my woman's breafts , And take my milk for gall , you murd'ring ministers , Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief ! Come , thick night , And pall thee in the ...
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... peace : I dare do all that may become a man ; Who dares do more , is none . Lady M. What beast was it then , That made you break this enterprize to me ? When you durst do it , then you were a man ; And , to be more than what you were ...
... peace : I dare do all that may become a man ; Who dares do more , is none . Lady M. What beast was it then , That made you break this enterprize to me ? When you durst do it , then you were a man ; And , to be more than what you were ...
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... Peace ! It was the owl that shriek'd , the fatal bellman , Which gives the stern'st good - night . He is about it : The doors are open ; and the furfeited grooms Do mock their charge with snores : I have drugg'd their possets , That ...
... Peace ! It was the owl that shriek'd , the fatal bellman , Which gives the stern'st good - night . He is about it : The doors are open ; and the furfeited grooms Do mock their charge with snores : I have drugg'd their possets , That ...
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... peace Only for them ; and mine eternal jewel Given to the common enemy of man , To make them kings , the feed of Banquo kings ! Rather than so , come , fate , into the lift , And champion me to the utterance ! Who's there ? -- Re ...
... peace Only for them ; and mine eternal jewel Given to the common enemy of man , To make them kings , the feed of Banquo kings ! Rather than so , come , fate , into the lift , And champion me to the utterance ! Who's there ? -- Re ...
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Strona 73 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Strona 21 - 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. Whiles I threat, he lives: Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. [A bell rings. I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
Strona 16 - 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; And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Strona 49 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Strona 91 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Strona 57 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Strona 16 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly; if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success : that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come.
Strona 20 - 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?
Strona 23 - How is't with me, when every noise appals me ? What hands are here ? ha ! they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand ? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
Strona 16 - 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...