TrageiesBell and Daldy, 1866 |
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Sida 21
... fools Of 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 ...
... fools Of 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 53
... fool ; This deed I'll do , before this purpose cool . But no more sights ! -Where are these gentlemen ? Come , bring me where they are . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . Fife . A Room in Macduff's Castle . Enter LADY MACDUFF , her Son , and Rosse ...
... fool ; This deed I'll do , before this purpose cool . But no more sights ! -Where are these gentlemen ? Come , bring me where they are . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . Fife . A Room in Macduff's Castle . Enter LADY MACDUFF , her Son , and Rosse ...
Sida 54
... fool , should I stay longer , It would be my disgrace , and your discomfort . I take my leave at once . [ Exit . L. Macd . Sirrah , your father's dead ; And what will you do now ? how will you live ? Son . As birds do , mother . L. Macd ...
... fool , should I stay longer , It would be my disgrace , and your discomfort . I take my leave at once . [ Exit . L. Macd . Sirrah , your father's dead ; And what will you do now ? how will you live ? Son . As birds do , mother . L. Macd ...
Sida 55
... fools ; for there are liars and swearers enough to beat the honest men , and hang up them . L. Macd . Now , God help thee , poor monkey ! But how wilt thou do for a father ? Son . If he were dead , you'd weep for him ; if you would not ...
... fools ; for there are liars and swearers enough to beat the honest men , and hang up them . L. Macd . Now , God help thee , poor monkey ! But how wilt thou do for a father ? Son . If he were dead , you'd weep for him ; if you would not ...
Sida 71
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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Sida 48 - Witch. 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, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble ; Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Sida 14 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it...
Sida 24 - How is't with me, when every noise appals me? What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
Sida 13 - Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
Sida 18 - 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.
Sida 23 - Methought I heard a voice cry "Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep," the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast, — Lady M. What do you mean? Macb. Still it cried, "Sleep no more!" to all the house: "Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more, Macbeth shall sleep no more!
Sida 354 - I loved the maid I married ; never man Sigh'd truer breath ; but that I see thee here, Thou noble thing ! more dances my rapt heart, Than when I first my wedded mistress saw Bestride my threshold.
Sida 37 - 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. Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further.
Sida 22 - ... Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time Which now suits with it.
Sida 38 - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day, And with thy bloody and invisible hand, Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale. — Light thickens, and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood : Good things of day begin to droop and drowse ; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.