The Plays of William Shakespeare in Ten Volumes: With Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Volumen 4C. Bathurst, 1778 |
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... Mach . Speak , if you can ; -What are you ? i Witch . All hail , Macbeth hail to thee , thane of Glamis 4 ! your beards } 2 Witch : Witches were fuppofed always to have hair on their chins . So , in Decker's Honeft Whore , 1635 : 66 ...
... Mach . Speak , if you can ; -What are you ? i Witch . All hail , Macbeth hail to thee , thane of Glamis 4 ! your beards } 2 Witch : Witches were fuppofed always to have hair on their chins . So , in Decker's Honeft Whore , 1635 : 66 ...
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... Mach . Into the air ; and what feem'd corporal , melted As breath into the wind . Would they had ftaid ! Ban . Were fuch things here , as we do speak about ? Or have we eaten of the infane root , That takes the reafon prifoner ? Macb ...
... Mach . Into the air ; and what feem'd corporal , melted As breath into the wind . Would they had ftaid ! Ban . Were fuch things here , as we do speak about ? Or have we eaten of the infane root , That takes the reafon prifoner ? Macb ...
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... Mach . Two truths are told , 6 As happy prologues to the fwelling act Of the imperial theme . - I thank you , gentlemen . → 7 This fupernatural folliciting Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : -If ill , Why hath it given me earnest of ...
... Mach . Two truths are told , 6 As happy prologues to the fwelling act Of the imperial theme . - I thank you , gentlemen . → 7 This fupernatural folliciting Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : -If ill , Why hath it given me earnest of ...
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... Mach . If chance will have me king , why , chance may crown me , Without my ftir . Ban . New honours , come upon him Like our ftrange garments , cleave not to their mould , But with the aid of use . Macb . Come what come may ; 3 Time ...
... Mach . If chance will have me king , why , chance may crown me , Without my ftir . Ban . New honours , come upon him Like our ftrange garments , cleave not to their mould , But with the aid of use . Macb . Come what come may ; 3 Time ...
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... Mach . Give me your favour : my dull brain was wrought With things forgotten . Kind gentlemen , your pains Are register'd where every day I turn The leaf to read them . - Let us toward the king.— Think upon what hath chanc'd ; and , at ...
... Mach . Give me your favour : my dull brain was wrought With things forgotten . Kind gentlemen , your pains Are register'd where every day I turn The leaf to read them . - Let us toward the king.— Think upon what hath chanc'd ; and , at ...
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Página 539 - 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.
Página 108 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Página 554 - 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...
Página 498 - 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.
Página 493 - 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?
Página 487 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Página 510 - 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 593 - 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.
Página 441 - IN order to make a true estimate of the abilities and merit of a writer, it is always necessary to examine the genius of his age, and the opinions of his contemporaries.
Página 484 - 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...