The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Winter's tale. Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King John. King Richard II. King Henry IV, part 1 |
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Ant . S. Where England ? Dro . S. I looked for the chalky cliffs , but I could find no whiteness in them ; but I guess , it stood in her chin , by the salt rheum that ran between France and it . Ant . S. Where Spain ? Dro .
Ant . S. Where England ? Dro . S. I looked for the chalky cliffs , but I could find no whiteness in them ; but I guess , it stood in her chin , by the salt rheum that ran between France and it . Ant . S. Where Spain ? Dro .
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Macbeth was himself slain by Macduff , according to Boethius in 1061 , according to Buchanan in 1057 , at which time Edward the Confessor reigned in England . In the reign of Duncan , Banquo having been plundered by the people of ...
Macbeth was himself slain by Macduff , according to Boethius in 1061 , according to Buchanan in 1057 , at which time Edward the Confessor reigned in England . In the reign of Duncan , Banquo having been plundered by the people of ...
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1606 , and it has been supposed to convey a dexterous and delicate compliment to James the First , who derived his lineage from Banquo , and first united the threefold sceptre of England , Scotland , and Ireland .
1606 , and it has been supposed to convey a dexterous and delicate compliment to James the First , who derived his lineage from Banquo , and first united the threefold sceptre of England , Scotland , and Ireland .
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HECATE , and three Witches.2 Lords , Gentlemen , Officers , Soldiers , Murderers , Attendants , and Messengers . The Ghost of Banquo , and several other Apparitions . SCENE , in the end of the Fourth Act , lies in England ; MACBETH .
HECATE , and three Witches.2 Lords , Gentlemen , Officers , Soldiers , Murderers , Attendants , and Messengers . The Ghost of Banquo , and several other Apparitions . SCENE , in the end of the Fourth Act , lies in England ; MACBETH .
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I'll to England . Don . To Ireland , I ; our separated fortune Shall keep us both the safer . Where we are , There's daggers in men's smiles : the near in blood , The nearer bloody . Mal . This murderous shaft that's shot , Hath not yet ...
I'll to England . Don . To Ireland , I ; our separated fortune Shall keep us both the safer . Where we are , There's daggers in men's smiles : the near in blood , The nearer bloody . Mal . This murderous shaft that's shot , Hath not yet ...
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Page 206 - Had I but died an 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.
Page 319 - I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had ; a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again ; And with my hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief?
Page 198 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Page 65 - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Page 445 - I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world: And for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it; yet I'll hammer it out. My brain I'll prove the female to my soul; My soul the father: and these two beget A generation of still-breeding thoughts, And these same thoughts people this little world, In humours like the people of this world, For no thought is contented.
Page 552 - Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk ! When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound ; But now, two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough : — this earth, that bears thee dead, Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.