“The” Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of Mr. Steeven's Last Edition, with a Selection of the Most Important Notes, Volume 7G. Fleischer the younger, 1806 |
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... Thane of Cawdor to me , Promis'd no less to them ? Ban . That , trusted home , Might yet enkindle you unto the crown , Beside the Thane of Cawdor . But ' tis strange = And oftentimes , to win us to our harm , 10 MACBETH .
... Thane of Cawdor to me , Promis'd no less to them ? Ban . That , trusted home , Might yet enkindle you unto the crown , Beside the Thane of Cawdor . But ' tis strange = And oftentimes , to win us to our harm , 10 MACBETH .
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... less than horrible imaginings : My thought , whose murder yet is but fantastical , Shakes so my single state of man , that function Is smother'd in surmise ; and nothing is , But what is not . Ban . Look , how our partner's rapt . Macb ...
... less than horrible imaginings : My thought , whose murder yet is but fantastical , Shakes so my single state of man , that function Is smother'd in surmise ; and nothing is , But what is not . Ban . Look , how our partner's rapt . Macb ...
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... less deserv'd , nor must be knowa No less to have done so , let me infold thee , And hold thee to my heart . Ban . There if I grow , The harvest is your own . Dun . My plenteous joys , Wanton in fulness , seek to hide themselves In ...
... less deserv'd , nor must be knowa No less to have done so , let me infold thee , And hold thee to my heart . Ban . There if I grow , The harvest is your own . Dun . My plenteous joys , Wanton in fulness , seek to hide themselves In ...
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... less material to me Than is his father's , must embrace the fate Of that dark hour . Resolve yourselves apart ; I'll come to you anon . Mar. We are resolv'd , my Lord . Mach . I'll call upon you straight ; abide within , It is concluded ...
... less material to me Than is his father's , must embrace the fate Of that dark hour . Resolve yourselves apart ; I'll come to you anon . Mar. We are resolv'd , my Lord . Mach . I'll call upon you straight ; abide within , It is concluded ...
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... less . a fool , should I stay longer , It would be my disgrace , and your discomfort : I take my leave at once . [ Exit RossE . L. Macd . Sirrah , your father's dead ; And what will you do now ? How will you live ? Son . As birds do ...
... less . a fool , should I stay longer , It would be my disgrace , and your discomfort : I take my leave at once . [ Exit RossE . L. Macd . Sirrah , your father's dead ; And what will you do now ? How will you live ? Son . As birds do ...
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Page 80 - I have liv'd long enough : my way of life Is fallen 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.
Page 20 - ... 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; 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.
Page 20 - Was the hope drunk, Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since ? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? from this time Such I account thy love.
Page 27 - Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.
Page 27 - So brainsickly of things. Go get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the place ? They must lie there : go carry them, and smear The sleepy grooms with blood. Macb. I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done ; Look on't again I dare not.
Page 12 - Implored your highness' pardon and set forth A deep repentance: nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in his death, To throw away the dearest thing he owed As 'twere a careless trifle.
Page 210 - Hath it slept since? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would," Like the poor cat i
Page 272 - It has been already mentioned, in the law against witches, that they are supposed to take up dead bodies to use in enchantments, which was confessed by the woman whom king James examined ; and who had of a dead body, that was divided in one of their assemblies, two fingers for her share. It is...
Page 44 - 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.
Page 27 - 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.