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Act III actions affection Antony appears assigned authority Banquo bear beauty body brother Brutus Cæsar called carried Cassio cause character circumstances command conduct confidence Coriolanus crime daughter death Desdemona desire devil direct doubt drama eyes father favour fear feeling friends give Hamlet hand hath heart Holinshed honour human husband Iago idea immediately instance king knowledge lady Lear less Lieutenant lived look Macbeth magic marked master means mind Moor murder nature never night novel object observation old play once original particular passage passion person plot Plutarch poet possession present prince queen reason received relates reply represent resolved scarcely scene Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's speak speare spirits story tale thing thou thought tion turn virtue wife witches woman young
Page 18 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, This bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad ; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Page 145 - tis strange ; — And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths ; Win us with honest trifles, to betray us In deepest consequence.
Page 170 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, • Against the use of nature...
Page 10 - What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord, Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff That beetles o'er his base into the sea, And there assume some other horrible form, Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason And draw you into madness...
Page 178 - 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.
Page 142 - The night has been unruly : where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down, and, as they say, Lamentings heard i...
Page 33 - There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body. O, these encounterers, so glib of tongue, That give a coasting welcome ere it comes. And wide unclasp the tables of their thoughts To every ticklish reader ! set them down For sluttish spoils of opportunity, And daughters of the game. [Trumpet within. All. The Trojans
Page 179 - 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.