Så tycker andra - Skriv en recension
Vi kunde inte hitta några recensioner.
Andra upplagor - Visa alla
appears Attendants Banquo bear better blood called Cassio cause comes common correction course dead death deed Desdemona devil doubt Duke Emil Emilia Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fear folio follows give hand hath head hear heart Heaven hold Holinshed honest honour hope Iago keep King Lady lago leave lieutenant light live look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff Malcolm matter means mind Moor murder nature never night noble old copies original Othello passage play Poet poor pray present probably quarto reason refers Roderigo Ross SCENE seems sense Shakespeare sleep soul speak speech spirit stand strange sure sword tell Thane thee thing thou thought true villain wife willow Witch
Sida 179 - My very noble and approv'd good masters, That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true ; true, I have married her : The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
Sida 201 - It gives me wonder great as my content To see you here before me. O my soul's joy! If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have waken'd death, And let the labouring bark climb hills of seas Olympus-high and duck again as low As hell's from heaven. If it were now to die, 'Twere now to be most happy; for I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Sida 64 - 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 102 - Merciful heaven ! — What, man ! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words : the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.
Sida 42 - 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. — Now o'er the one...
Sida 287 - It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul — Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars ! — It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster.
Sida 111 - Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Sida 41 - 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 35 - 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, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come.