Shakespeare's Tragedy of MacbethJ.M. Dent, 1901 - 127 sidor |
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anon Attendants Banquo Birnam wood blood Caith cauldron Collier daggers dare dead death deed Doct Donalbain Drum and colours Duncan Dunsinane Edition emendation of Ff Enter Lady Macbeth Enter Macbeth Enter Malcolm equivocation Exeunt Exit falconry familiar spirit fear fight Fleance Folio Forres Gent give Glamis grace hail hand Hanmer hath hear heart heaven Hecate honour Johnson conj Julius Cæsar king King of Scotland Knocking Lady Macduff Lennox live look lord Macb Macbeth's castle Macd mortal murder nature night noble old Siward perfect spy Porter pray Ross Rowe's emendation Scene Scotland Servant Seyton Shake Shakespeare sleep Soldiers speak Steevens conj strange sword thane of Cawdor thee There's thine things Third Mur Third Witch thou art thought three Witches Thunder to-night tongue TRAGEDY OF MACBETH traitor tyrant weird sisters What's wisdom worthy thane
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Sida 28 - 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 ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Sida 95 - tis time to do't. — Hell is murky ! — Fie, my lord, fie ! a soldier, and afeard ? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account ? — Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him ? Doct. Do you mark that ? Lady At. The thane of Fife had a wife : where is she now ? — What, will these hands ne'er be clean ? — No more o' that, my lord ; no more o' that : you mar all with this starting.
Sida 63 - I am in blood Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er.
Sida 29 - Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my where-about, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Sida 29 - 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.
Sida 91 - I shall do so ; But I must also feel it as a man : I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me.
Sida 11 - 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 Cousins, a word, . I pray you.
Sida 21 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, 5 But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come.
Sida 24 - 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. I have given suck, and know How tender 't is to love the babe that milks me...
Sida 60 - Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear: 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: This is more strange Than such a murder is.