Shakespeare's Tragedy of Macbeth: As Produced by Edwin BoothH. L. Hinton, 1874 - 80 pages |
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... hour runs through the roughest day . Ban . Worthy Macbeth , we stay upon your leisure . Mach . Give me your favour : my dull brain was wrought With things forgotten . Kind gentlemen , your pains Are register'd where every day I turn The ...
... hour runs through the roughest day . Ban . Worthy Macbeth , we stay upon your leisure . Mach . Give me your favour : my dull brain was wrought With things forgotten . Kind gentlemen , your pains Are register'd where every day I turn The ...
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... hour to serve , We would spend it in some words upon that business , If you would grant the time . Ban . At your kind'st leisure . Mach . If you shall cleave to my consent , ' when ' tis It shall make honour for you . Ban . So I lose ...
... hour to serve , We would spend it in some words upon that business , If you would grant the time . Ban . At your kind'st leisure . Mach . If you shall cleave to my consent , ' when ' tis It shall make honour for you . Ban . So I lose ...
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... hour . Macb . I'll bring you to him . Macd . I know this is a joyful trouble to you ; But ' tis one . yet Macb . The labour we delight in physics pain . This is the door . Macd . I'll make so bold to call , For ' tis my limited ...
... hour . Macb . I'll bring you to him . Macd . I know this is a joyful trouble to you ; But ' tis one . yet Macb . The labour we delight in physics pain . This is the door . Macd . I'll make so bold to call , For ' tis my limited ...
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... hour before this chance , I had lived a 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 ...
... hour before this chance , I had lived a 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 ...
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... Old M. Threescore and ten I can remember well : Within the volume of which time I have seen Hours dreadful and things strange , but this sore night I shall be counsell'd . Macb . Good repose the SCENE I. ] 39 MACBETH .
... Old M. Threescore and ten I can remember well : Within the volume of which time I have seen Hours dreadful and things strange , but this sore night I shall be counsell'd . Macb . Good repose the SCENE I. ] 39 MACBETH .
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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