The Dramatic Writings of Will. Shakespeare: With Introductory Prefaces to Each Play ; Printed Complete from the Best Editions, 6. ciltR. Morison Junr., 1798 |
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Sayfa 33
... those That would make good of bad , and friends of foes ! [ Exeunt , ACT III . SCENE I. Enter BANQUO . THOU haft it now , King , Cawdor , Glamis , all , As the weird women promis'd ; and , I fear , Thou playd'ft moft foully for't : yet ...
... those That would make good of bad , and friends of foes ! [ Exeunt , ACT III . SCENE I. Enter BANQUO . THOU haft it now , King , Cawdor , Glamis , all , As the weird women promis'd ; and , I fear , Thou playd'ft moft foully for't : yet ...
Sayfa 55
... those that truit them ! -I did hear The gallopping of horfe : Who was't came by ? Len . ' Tis two or three , my lord , that bring you Macduff is fled to England , Macb . Fled to England ! Len . Ay , my good lord . [ word , Macb . Time ...
... those that truit them ! -I did hear The gallopping of horfe : Who was't came by ? Len . ' Tis two or three , my lord , that bring you Macduff is fled to England , Macb . Fled to England ! Len . Ay , my good lord . [ word , Macb . Time ...
Sayfa 70
... those which have walk'd in their fleep , who have died holily in their beds . Lady . Wash your hands , put on your night - gown ; look not fo pale : -I tell you yet again , Banquo's buried ; he cannot come out of his grave . Doct . Even ...
... those which have walk'd in their fleep , who have died holily in their beds . Lady . Wash your hands , put on your night - gown ; look not fo pale : -I tell you yet again , Banquo's buried ; he cannot come out of his grave . Doct . Even ...
Sayfa 71
... Those , he commands , move only in command , Nothing in love ; now does he feel his title Hang loose about him , like a giant's robe Upon a dwarfish thief . Ment . Who then shall blame His pefter'd fenfes to recoil , and start . When ...
... Those , he commands , move only in command , Nothing in love ; now does he feel his title Hang loose about him , like a giant's robe Upon a dwarfish thief . Ment . Who then shall blame His pefter'd fenfes to recoil , and start . When ...
Sayfa 75
... those that should be ours , We might have met them dareful , beard to beard , And beat them backward home . What is that noife ? [ A cry within , of women , Sey . It is the cry of women , my good lord . Macb . I have almost forgot the ...
... those that should be ours , We might have met them dareful , beard to beard , And beat them backward home . What is that noife ? [ A cry within , of women , Sey . It is the cry of women , my good lord . Macb . I have almost forgot the ...
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Sayfa 68 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered...
Sayfa 18 - 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?
Sayfa 6 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the...
Sayfa 25 - Dear Duff, I pr'ythee, contradict thyself, And say, it is not so. Re-enter MACBETH and LENOX. Macb. Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Sayfa 38 - 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.
Sayfa 66 - 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.
Sayfa 9 - For in my way it lies. Stars hide your fires ! Let not light see my black and deep desires : The eye wink at the hand ! yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Sayfa 21 - 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.
Sayfa 66 - By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost ; It yearns me not if men my garments wear ; Such outward things dwell not in my desires : But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
Sayfa 10 - It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way : thou wouldst be great ; Art not without ambition ; but without The illness should attend it : what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily ; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win...