 | Alexander Leggatt - 2006 - 220 sidor
...use of nature," where Macbeth's "thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical" can so shake his being that "function / Is smothered in surmise, and nothing is / But what is not" [1.3.139-42], where one mind is present to the innermost fantasies of another, where manhood threatens... | |
 | Gary Giddins - 2006 - 434 sidor
...Harold acts like an overbearing bureaucrat, and she, no paragon of small town values, likes him for it. "Function is / Smothered in surmise, and nothing is / But what is not" can stand as a motto for either man. Lloyd's favorite gag, which appears multiple times in each of... | |
 | Gunnar Olsson - 2010 - 569 sidor
...suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature? Present fears Are less than horrible...Shakes so my single state of man that function Is smother'd in surmise; and nothing is But what is not. (1.3.128-42) Also in the mind of Lady Macbeth... | |
 | Oliver Kast - 2007 - 105 sidor
...Against the use of nature? Present fears/ Are less man horrible imaginings./ My thought, whose murmer yet is but fantastical,/ Shakes so my single state of man,/ That function is smother'd in surmise,/ And nothing is, but what is not (I. iii. 130142). Diese Zwiesprache im eigenen,... | |
 | Kerstin Nowak - 2007 - 40 sidor
...Beginn Wie steht es um Macbeth's Ehrgeiz zu Beginn des Stückes? „My thought, whose murder is yet but fantastical, shakes so my single state of man that function is smothered to surmise, and nothing is but what is not."' ' Diese Worte, gesprochen kurz nachdem Macbeth erfährt,... | |
 | Sam Dowling - 2007 - 90 sidor
...suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair And make my seated heart knock at my ribs Against the use of nature. Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings My thought whose murther yet is but fantastical Shakes so my single state of man That function is smothered in surmise... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2008 - 147 sidor
...SUGGESTION WHOSE HORRID IMAGE DOTH UNFIX MY HAIR, AND MAKE MY SEATED HEART KNOCK AT MY RIBS, AGAINST THE USE OF • NATURE? PRESENT FEARS ARE LESS THAN HORRIBLE IMAGININGS. MY THOUGHT, WHOSE MURDER YET \ЬЪ\К FANTASTICAL, SHAKES SO MY SINGLE STATE OF MAN, THAT FUNCTION IS SMOTHER'D IN SURMISE, AND... | |
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This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill; cannot be good: if ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor: If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair And make my seated... 
