MacbethClarendon Press, 1876 - 180 pages |
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Page vii
... speak of noble Banquo , and to wish that he were there . And as he thus did , standing up to drink a carouse to him , the ghost of Banquo came and sat down in his chair behind him . And he , turning about to sit down again , saw the ...
... speak of noble Banquo , and to wish that he were there . And as he thus did , standing up to drink a carouse to him , the ghost of Banquo came and sat down in his chair behind him . And he , turning about to sit down again , saw the ...
Page ix
... speak we find no trace of this manner . But to come to particulars . We believe that the second scene of the first act was not written by Shakespeare . Making all allowance for corruption of text , the slovenly metre is not like ...
... speak we find no trace of this manner . But to come to particulars . We believe that the second scene of the first act was not written by Shakespeare . Making all allowance for corruption of text , the slovenly metre is not like ...
Page xxi
... speaking muche against the kings softnesse , & ouer muche slacknesse in punishing offenders , whereby they had such time to assemble togither , he pro- mised notwithstanding , if the charge were committed vnto him and to Banquho , so to ...
... speaking muche against the kings softnesse , & ouer muche slacknesse in punishing offenders , whereby they had such time to assemble togither , he pro- mised notwithstanding , if the charge were committed vnto him and to Banquho , so to ...
Page 3
... speak things strange . Ross . Duncan . Whence camest thou , worthy thane ? Ross . God save the king ! From Fife , great king ; 50 Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky And fan our people cold . Norway himself , With terrible numbers ...
... speak things strange . Ross . Duncan . Whence camest thou , worthy thane ? Ross . God save the king ! From Fife , great king ; 50 Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky And fan our people cold . Norway himself , With terrible numbers ...
Page 5
... seem to understand me , By each at once her choppy finger laying Upon her skinny lips : you should be women , And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so . 40 Macbeth . Speak , if you can : what are ACT I. SCENE III . 5.
... seem to understand me , By each at once her choppy finger laying Upon her skinny lips : you should be women , And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so . 40 Macbeth . Speak , if you can : what are ACT I. SCENE III . 5.
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adjective Anglo-Saxon Antony and Cleopatra Banquo blood called castell Compare Antony Compare King Lear Compare Richard Compare The Merchant conjectured Coriolanus Cotgrave Cymbeline death deed derived Dict Donalbain Duncan Dunsinane Dyce emendation England enimies Enter MACBETH Exeunt Fairfax's Tasso fear Fleance French gives Hamlet hand Hanmer hath haue heaven Hecate Henry Holinshed honour Johnson Julius Cæsar King John King Lear Knocking Lady Macbeth Lady Macduff Lennox lord Malcolm Malone means Measure for Measure Merchant of Venice metaphor Midsummer Night's Dream murder nature noble Othello passage play Pope read quotes Romeo and Juliet Ross sayde scene Scotland Second Witch sense Shakespeare Sidney Walker Siward slain sleep speak spelt Steevens syllable Tempest thane of Cawdor thee theyr things thou thought Timon of Athens Troilus and Cressida Twelfth Night verb vnto vpon weird sisters wife Winter's Tale word
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Page 12 - 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.
Page 34 - Enter MACBETH. How now, my lord ! why do you keep alone, Of sorriest* fancies your companions making ; Using those thoughts which should indeed have died With them they think on ? Things without all remedy Should be without regard : what's done is done.
Page 6 - 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, (1) A man forbid, — one under a curse, accursed.
Page 2 - What bloody man is that? He can report, As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt The newest state.
Page 172 - Because I have called, and ye refused ; I have stretched out my hand, and no man regarded; but ye have set at nought all my counsel, and would none of my reproof: I also will laugh at your calamity ; I will mock when your fear cometh...
Page 12 - 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...
Page 13 - 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 !
Page 34 - 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.
Page 16 - 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.
Page 19 - Now o'er the one half-world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep ; now witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.