Shakespeare's Tragedy of Macbeth: As Produced by Edwin BoothH. L. Hinton, 1874 - 80 pages |
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... honour both . Go get him surgeons . Who comes here ? Mal . [ Exit Sergeant , atiendea The worthy thane of Ross . Len . What a haste looks through his eyes ! So should he look That seems to speak strange things . Ross . Enter Ross . God ...
... honour both . Go get him surgeons . Who comes here ? Mal . [ Exit Sergeant , atiendea The worthy thane of Ross . Len . What a haste looks through his eyes ! So should he look That seems to speak strange things . Ross . Enter Ross . God ...
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... . Ross . And for an earnest of a greater honour , He bade me , from him , call thee thane of Cawdor : In which addition , hail , most worthy thane ! For it is thine . Ban . What , can the devil speak true ? SCENE III . ] 19 MACBETH .
... . Ross . And for an earnest of a greater honour , He bade me , from him , call thee thane of Cawdor : In which addition , hail , most worthy thane ! For it is thine . Ban . What , can the devil speak true ? SCENE III . ] 19 MACBETH .
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... honours come upon him , Like our strange garments , cleave not to their mould But with the aid of use . Macb . [ Aside ] Come what come may , Time and the hour runs through the roughest day . Ban . Worthy Macbeth , we stay upon your ...
... honours come upon him , Like our strange garments , cleave not to their mould But with the aid of use . Macb . [ Aside ] Come what come may , Time and the hour runs through the roughest day . Ban . Worthy Macbeth , we stay upon your ...
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... honour . Dun . Welcome hither : I have begun to plant thee , and will labour To make thee full of growing . Noble Banquo , That hast no less deserved , nor must be known No less to have done so : let me infold thee And hold thee to my ...
... honour . Dun . Welcome hither : I have begun to plant thee , and will labour To make thee full of growing . Noble Banquo , That hast no less deserved , nor must be known No less to have done so : let me infold thee And hold thee to my ...
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... honour must Not unaccompanied invest him only , But signs of nobleness , like stars , shall shine On all deservers . From hence to Inverness , And bind us further to you . Mach . The rest is labour , which is not used for I'll be myself ...
... honour must Not unaccompanied invest him only , But signs of nobleness , like stars , shall shine On all deservers . From hence to Inverness , And bind us further to you . Mach . The rest is labour , which is not used for I'll be myself ...
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744 Broadway anon Apparition Attendants awake Banquo Birnam wood blood burn and cauldron CAITHNESS cauldron bubble cried daggers dare death deed Doct done't double toil Duncan Dunsinane Enter LADY MACBETH Enter MACBETH Enter MACDUFF Enter MALCOLM Enter Ross Exeunt Exit Exit Ghost eyes fear Fleance for't friends Gent Ghost give Glamis green one red hail hand Hark hath hear heart heaven HECATE HENRY L HINTON honour is't Julius Cæsar king king of Scotland Knocking look lord Macb Macbeth's castle Macd Macduff Mach mingle murder murder'd nature night noble old SIWARD on't PAUL HEYSE poison'd Porter pray SCENE Scotland Servant SEYTON shake sight SIWARD sleep Soldiers speak strange sword thane of Cawdor thee There's thine things Third Witch thou art thought three Witches to-morrow to-night tongue TRAGEDY OF MACBETH tyrant weird sisters What's Who's words worthy thane York
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Page 18 - Lady M. O, never Shall sun that morrow see ! Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time ; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under't. He that'scorning Must be provided for : and
Page 20 - I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other.* Enter LADY MACBETH. How now ! what news ? Lady M. He has almost supp'd : why have you left the chamber ? Macb. Hath he ask'd for me ? Lady M. Know you not he has
Page 49 - Go to, go to ; you have known what you should not. Gent. She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of that: heaven knows what she has known. Lady M. Here 's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. 1
Page 55 - The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek, and my fell * of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me. Re-enter SEYTON. Wherefore was that cry
Page 19 - 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'ld jump the life to come.
Page 25 - Who's there ? what, ho ! Lady M. Alack ! I am afraid they have awaked And 'tis not done : the attempt and not the 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. Re-enter MACBETH. My husband
Page 29 - events New hatch'd to the woful time: the obscure bird Clamour'd the livelong night: some say, the earth Was feverous and did shake. Macb. 'Twas a rough night. Len. My young remembrance cannot parallel A fellow to it. Re-enter MACDUFF. Macd. O horror, horror, horror ! Tongue nor heart Cannot conceive nor name thee. Macb.
Page 12 - Might yet enkindle * you unto the crown, Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange: And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray 's In deepest consequence. Cousins, a word, I pray you. Macb. [Aside.'} Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the swelling
Page 21 - it was smiling in my. face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this. Macb. If we should fail ? Lady M. We fail \ But screw your courage to the sticking-place, And
Page 27 - Look on't again I dare not. Lady M. Infirm of purpose ! Give me the daggers : the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures : 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'11 gild the faces of the grooms withal, For