...an attack upon our pity as well our horror, when he puts the following question 10 his conscience— Why do I yield to that suggestion, Whose horrid image...finds place; he needs no tempter. There is here no dlgnus vindice nodus, nor indeed any knot at all; for he is already practised in murder: ambition is...

...upon our pity as well as upon. our horror, when he puts the following question to his conscience— Why do I yield to that suggestion, Whose horrid image...finds place; he needs no tempter. There is here no dignus vindice nodus, nor indeed any knot at all; for he is already practised in murder: ambition is...

...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...heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,...

...with ribs. Was I by rocks engendered ; ribbed with See! Such tortures to resist, or not to feel ? S0^ Why do I yield to that suggestion, Whose horrid image...unfix my hair. And make my seated heart knock at my rife, Against the use of nature ! Shakspeare. Jferf"1 Remember The nat'ral brav'ry of your isle, which...

...is to be found in Homer, II. xiii. 41. a/3po/ioi, aviaxoi P So Shakspeare, Macbeth, i. 3. If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair. And makes my seated heart knock at my ribs. Against the use of nature? i The sage is generally supposed...

...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...seated" heart knock at my ribs Against the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,...

...against it. The idea of murder crosses his mind ; he is agitated ; and these are no good symptoms. Why do I yield to that suggestion, Whose horrid image...heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings ; My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,...

...Why hath it given me earnest of success. Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor: If good, why dp I yield to that suggestion* Whose horrid image doth...heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,...

...a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If 'food, whv dp I yield to that suggestion' Whose horrid ¡maire doth unfix my hair, And make my seated* heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings : Mr thought, whose murder yei is but fantastical,...

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