TragediesD. Appleton, 1876 |
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... mother did unveil Her awful face . " VOL . III . GRAT . TRAGEDIES . ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA . CYMBELINE . TROILUS AND CRESSIDA . NEW YORK : D. APPLETON AND CO . , BROADWAY . 1876 . ( RECAP ) 3525 .1976 12 v.3 MACBETH 1 : William Shakes care.
... mother did unveil Her awful face . " VOL . III . GRAT . TRAGEDIES . ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA . CYMBELINE . TROILUS AND CRESSIDA . NEW YORK : D. APPLETON AND CO . , BROADWAY . 1876 . ( RECAP ) 3525 .1976 12 v.3 MACBETH 1 : William Shakes care.
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... mother . L. MACD . How will you live ? What , with worms and flies ? SON . With what I get , I mean ; and so do they . L. MACD . Poor bird ! thou ' dst never fear the net , nor lime , The pit - fall , nor the gin . SON . Why should I , ...
... mother . L. MACD . How will you live ? What , with worms and flies ? SON . With what I get , I mean ; and so do they . L. MACD . Poor bird ! thou ' dst never fear the net , nor lime , The pit - fall , nor the gin . SON . Why should I , ...
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... mother : [ Dies . [ Exit LADY MACDUFF , crying " Murder ! " and pursued by the Murderers . SCENE III - England . A Room in the King's Palace . Enter MALCOLM and MACDUFF . MAL . Let us seek out some desolate shade , and there Weep our ...
... mother : [ Dies . [ Exit LADY MACDUFF , crying " Murder ! " and pursued by the Murderers . SCENE III - England . A Room in the King's Palace . Enter MALCOLM and MACDUFF . MAL . Let us seek out some desolate shade , and there Weep our ...
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... mother , but our grave : where nothing , But who knows nothing , is once seen to smile ; Where sighs , and groans , and shrieks that rend the air , Are made , not mark'd ; where violent sorrow seems A modern ecstacy ; the dead man's ...
... mother , but our grave : where nothing , But who knows nothing , is once seen to smile ; Where sighs , and groans , and shrieks that rend the air , Are made , not mark'd ; where violent sorrow seems A modern ecstacy ; the dead man's ...
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... mother's womb Untimely ripp'd . MACB . Accursed be that tongue that tells me so , For it hath cow'd my better part of man ! And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd , That palter with us in a double sense ; That keep the word of ...
... mother's womb Untimely ripp'd . MACB . Accursed be that tongue that tells me so , For it hath cow'd my better part of man ! And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd , That palter with us in a double sense ; That keep the word of ...
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Achilles AGAM Agamemnon AJAX Appears Aufidius Banquo bear blood Brutus Cæsar call'd CASCA Cassius CHAR Charmian CLEO Cleopatra Cominius Coriolanus CRES Cressida Cymbeline dead death deed Diomed doth ENOBARBUS Enter EROS Exeunt Exit eyes Farewell fear fight fool friends give gods GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven HECT Hector Henry Holinshed honour IACH Imogen Julius Cæsar king LADY Lepidus look lord Lucius MACB Macbeth MACD madam Marcius Mark Antony MESS never night noble Octavia Pandarus Patroclus peace Pisanio Pompey Posthumus pray Priam prince prithee queen Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE Shakspere Shakspere's sleep soldier speak stand sweet sword tell thee THER there's Thersites thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius Troilus Troy ULYSS unto Volces What's WITCH word worthy
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Seite 17 - 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...
Seite 288 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggar'd all description...
Seite 18 - 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...
Seite 15 - 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!
Seite 232 - I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him: For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths...
Seite 19 - 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...
Seite 35 - 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 ecstacy.
Seite 229 - 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.
Seite 64 - Cure her of that: Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuffd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart? Doct. Therein the patient Must minister to himself.
Seite 41 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! Let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with ! Lady M.