The Works of William Shakespeare: Timon of Athens. Julius Caesar. Macbeth. HamletMacmillan, 1892 |
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The Works of William Shakespeare: Timon of Athens. Julius Caesar. Macbeth ... William Shakespeare Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1892 |
The Works of William Shakespeare: Timon of Athens. Julius Caesar. Macbeth ... William Shakespeare Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1892 |
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Alcib Alcibiades Anon Antony Apem Apemantus Athens Bailey conj Banquo Becket conj blood Brutus Bulloch conj Cæsar Capell conj Casca Cassius Collier doth dram Dyce Elze ending the lines Enter Exeunt Exit F₁ F₁F2 fear FfQe Flav Folios friends Ghost give Gould conj Grant White Hamlet Hanmer hast hath hear heart heaven honour Horatio Hudson Jackson conj Jennens Johnson conj Keightley King Kinnear conj Lady Laer Laertes line in Ff line in Pope line in Qq line in Rowe lord Lucilius Lucius Macb Macbeth Macd Malone Mark Antony Mason conj night noble Omitted in Qq Ophelia Polonius pray Prose in Ff Q₁ Q₂Q3 QqFf Quartos Queen Re-enter reading SCENE Seymour conj Singer speak Staunton conj Steevens conj sword thee Theobald conj Timon Titinius Tschischwitz Walker conj Warburton Witch
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Sida 584 - tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all; since no man has aught of what he leaves, what is't to leave betimes ? Let be.
Sida 277 - The effect and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers. Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold!
Sida 481 - Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus; but use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness. O, it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious, periwigpated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings; who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows, and noise.
Sida 287 - 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?
Sida 211 - And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Sida 505 - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law...
Sida 281 - Not bear the knife myself. 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...
Sida 206 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?
Sida 206 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest (For Brutus is an honourable man, So are they all, all honourable men) Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
Sida 221 - And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large...