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... deeds too cold breath gives . ' Of the commencement of the third scene of the second act , Coleridge said long ago : ' This low soliloquy of the Porter , and his few speeches afterwards , I believe to have been written for the mob by ...
... deeds too cold breath gives . ' Of the commencement of the third scene of the second act , Coleridge said long ago : ' This low soliloquy of the Porter , and his few speeches afterwards , I believe to have been written for the mob by ...
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... deed ; then , as his host , Who should against his murderer shut the door , Not bear the knife myself . Besides , this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek , hath been So clear in his great office , that his virtues Will plead like ...
... deed ; then , as his host , Who should against his murderer shut the door , Not bear the knife myself . Besides , this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek , hath been So clear in his great office , that his virtues Will plead like ...
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... deeds too cool breath gives . 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 . 40 50 бо [ A bell rings . [ Exit . SCENE II . The same . Enter Lady Macbeth ...
... deeds too cool breath gives . 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 . 40 50 бо [ A bell rings . [ Exit . SCENE II . The same . Enter Lady Macbeth ...
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... deed Confounds us . Hark ! I laid their daggers ready ; He could not miss ' em . Had he not resembled My father as he slept , I had done't . Enter Macbeth . My husband ! 10 Macb . I have done the deed . Didst thou not hear a noise ...
... deed Confounds us . Hark ! I laid their daggers ready ; He could not miss ' em . Had he not resembled My father as he slept , I had done't . Enter Macbeth . My husband ! 10 Macb . I have done the deed . Didst thou not hear a noise ...
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... deeds must not be thought After these ways ; so , it will make us mad . Macb . Methought I heard a voice cry ' Sleep no more ! Macbeth doth murder sleep , ' the innocent sleep , Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care , The ...
... deeds must not be thought After these ways ; so , it will make us mad . Macb . Methought I heard a voice cry ' Sleep no more ! Macbeth doth murder sleep , ' the innocent sleep , Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care , The ...
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Page 99 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased : The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life ; which in their seeds, And weak beginnings lie intreasured. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Page 4 - Wherein you dress'd yourself? Hath it slept since? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would," Like the poor cat i
Page xxxviii - Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner You greet with present grace, and great prediction Of noble having, and of royal hope, That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not: If you can look into the seeds of time, And say, which grain will grow, and which will not, Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, Your favours, nor your hate.
Page 77 - Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there...
Page 23 - Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, Till thou applaud the deed. 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 50 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.
Page 87 - O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Page xliii - Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great, Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win. Thou'dst have, great Glamis, that which cries, "Thus thou must do, if thou have it, And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone.
Page 4 - 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 'tis to love the babe that milks me...
Page 9 - But wherefore could not I pronounce, Amen ? I had most need of blessing, and Amen stuck in my throat.
Page 23 - O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife! Thou know'st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives. Lady M. But in them nature's copy's not eterne. Macb. There's comfort yet, they are assailable; Then be thou jocund: ere the bat hath flown His cloister'd flight; ere to black Hecate's summons The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done A deed of dreadful note.