Mr. William Shakespeare: His Comedies, Histories, and Tragedies, Volume 4D. Leach, 1767 |
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... house , Acquaint my mother with my hate to her , And wherefore I am fled ; write to the king That which I durft not speak : his present gift Shall furnish me to those Italian fields , Where noble fellows ftrike : War is no ftrife , To ...
... house , Acquaint my mother with my hate to her , And wherefore I am fled ; write to the king That which I durft not speak : his present gift Shall furnish me to those Italian fields , Where noble fellows ftrike : War is no ftrife , To ...
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... house , And angels offic'd all : I will be gone ; That pitiful rumour may report my flight , To confolate thine ear . Come , night ; end , day ; For , with the dark , poor thief , I'll steal away . [ Exit . SCENE III . Florence . Before ...
... house , And angels offic'd all : I will be gone ; That pitiful rumour may report my flight , To confolate thine ear . Come , night ; end , day ; For , with the dark , poor thief , I'll steal away . [ Exit . SCENE III . Florence . Before ...
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... house : thither they send one another : I'll queftion her . — God fave you , pilgrim ! Whither are you HEL . To faint Jaques le grand . bound ? Where do the palmers lodge , I do befeech you ? Wid . At the faint Francis here befide the ...
... house : thither they send one another : I'll queftion her . — God fave you , pilgrim ! Whither are you HEL . To faint Jaques le grand . bound ? Where do the palmers lodge , I do befeech you ? Wid . At the faint Francis here befide the ...
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... pilgrim , I will bring Where you fhall hoft : of enjoin'd penitents There's four , or five , to great faint Jaques bound , Already at my house . [ you 19 places HEL . I humbly thank you : Please it this All's well , that ends well . 57.
... pilgrim , I will bring Where you fhall hoft : of enjoin'd penitents There's four , or five , to great faint Jaques bound , Already at my house . [ you 19 places HEL . I humbly thank you : Please it this All's well , that ends well . 57.
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... house , and shew you The lafs I spoke of . 2. L. But , you fay , she's honeft . BER . That's all the fault : Ifpoke with her but once , And found her wondrous cold ; but I fent to her , By this fame coxcomb that we have i'the wind ...
... house , and shew you The lafs I spoke of . 2. L. But , you fay , she's honeft . BER . That's all the fault : Ifpoke with her but once , And found her wondrous cold ; but I fent to her , By this fame coxcomb that we have i'the wind ...
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Página 72 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Página 23 - I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
Página 20 - Like the poor cat i' the adage? MACB. Prithee, peace: I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. LADY M. What beast was't then That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would 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.
Página 11 - 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...
Página 49 - 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. All. Double, double toil and trouble; 20 Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Third Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches...
Página 23 - Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my where-about, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Página 71 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Página 31 - Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Página 15 - 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...
Página 28 - Dear Duff, I pr'ythee, contradict thyself, And say, it is not so. Re-enter MACBETH and LENOX. Macb. Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.