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1st WITCH 2nd WITCH 3rd WITCH ancor Attendants ATTO Banco Banquo Birnam blood buon ch'io ciò comes core cose dare death deed DOCTOR Duncan Exeunt Exit eyes face fatto fear figli Give Glamis gran hand hath hear heart heaven keep king LADY MACBETH LENOX light lives look lord MACBETH MACBETTO MACDUFF MALCOLMO mano MEDICO morte murder nature night notte nulla occhi OFFICER ogni Partono più può questo Rosse salute sangue SCENA SCENE Scotland Scozia sempre Seyton signor sire SIWARD sleep solo sonno speak stand strange STREGA sword tempo Thane of Cawdor thanks thee There's things thou thought tutto vero vita worthy
Sida 39 - Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think 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.
Sida 25 - Your hand, your tongue : look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.
Sida 35 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest ; I see thee still, And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was not so before. There's no such thing : It is the bloody business which informs Thus to mine eyes.
Sida 57 - But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams, That shake us nightly : better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.
Sida 101 - She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more; it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
Sida 15 - tis strange ! And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths ; Win us with honest trifles, to betray us In deepest consequence.
Sida 29 - Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour, As thou art in desire ? Would'st 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'the adage
Sida 67 - I pray you, speak not ; he grows worse and worse ; Question enrages him : at once, good night : — > Stand not upon the order of your going, But go at once.