Works, Containing His Plays and Poems: To which is Added a Glossary, Volumen 3G.G. & J. Robinson, R. Faulder, B. & J. White, J. Edwards, T. Payne, Jun. J. Walker, & J. Anderson, 1797 |
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... friends . [ Exeunt . SCENE IV . Fores . A Room in the Palace . Flourish . Enter DUNCAN , MALCOLM , DON ALBAIN , LENOX , and Attendants . DUN . Is execution done on Cawdor ? Are not Those in commiffion yet return'd ? MAL . My liege ...
... friends . [ Exeunt . SCENE IV . Fores . A Room in the Palace . Flourish . Enter DUNCAN , MALCOLM , DON ALBAIN , LENOX , and Attendants . DUN . Is execution done on Cawdor ? Are not Those in commiffion yet return'd ? MAL . My liege ...
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... friend . BAN . What , fir , not yet at reft ? The king's a - bed : He hath been in unusual pleasure , and Sent forth great largefs to your offices : This diamond he greets your wife withal , By the name of moft kind hoftefs ; and shut ...
... friend . BAN . What , fir , not yet at reft ? The king's a - bed : He hath been in unusual pleasure , and Sent forth great largefs to your offices : This diamond he greets your wife withal , By the name of moft kind hoftefs ; and shut ...
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... friends of foes ! [ Exeunt . ACT III . SCENE I. Fores . A Room in the Palace . Enter BAN QUO . BAN . Thou haft it now , King , Cawdor , Glamis , all , As the weird women promis'd ; and , I fear , Thou play'dft most foully for't : yet it ...
... friends of foes ! [ Exeunt . ACT III . SCENE I. Fores . A Room in the Palace . Enter BAN QUO . BAN . Thou haft it now , King , Cawdor , Glamis , all , As the weird women promis'd ; and , I fear , Thou play'dft most foully for't : yet it ...
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... friends that are both his and mine , Whose loves I may not drop , but wail his fall Whom I myself struck down : and thence it is , That I to your affistance do make love ; Masking the business from the common eye , For fundry weighty ...
... friends that are both his and mine , Whose loves I may not drop , but wail his fall Whom I myself struck down : and thence it is , That I to your affistance do make love ; Masking the business from the common eye , For fundry weighty ...
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... fir , to all our friends ; For my heart speaks , they are welcome . Enter firft MURDERER , to the door . MACB . See , they encounter thee with their hearts ' thanks : Both fides are even : Here I'll fit i'the midst MACBETH . 41.
... fir , to all our friends ; For my heart speaks , they are welcome . Enter firft MURDERER , to the door . MACB . See , they encounter thee with their hearts ' thanks : Both fides are even : Here I'll fit i'the midst MACBETH . 41.
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Página 29 - 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.
Página 39 - s to be done ? Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, Till thou applaud the deed. 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 ! Light thickens, and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood : Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Página 194 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed, and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry...
Página 349 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis insensible, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I'll none of • it. Honour is a mere scutcheon : and so ends my catechism.
Página 50 - Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble, Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf : Witches...
Página 220 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Página 369 - Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him half his Troy was burnt...
Página 349 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Página 194 - Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out (I die pronouncing it), Like to a tenement, or pelting farm: England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds: That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Página 19 - Like the poor cat i' the adage? MACB. Prithee, peace. I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. LADY M. What beast was't, then, That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both. They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.