Shakespeare's Macbeth, with the chapters of Hollinshed's 'Historie of Scotland' on which the play is based, adapted for educational purposes, with an intr. and notes by W.S. Dalgleish |
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... looks through his eyes ! So should he look that seems to speak things strange . Rosse . God save the king ! 60 Dun . Whence cam'st thou , worthy thane ? Sc . II . ] 23 MACBETH .
... looks through his eyes ! So should he look that seems to speak things strange . Rosse . God save the king ! 60 Dun . Whence cam'st thou , worthy thane ? Sc . II . ] 23 MACBETH .
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... Look what I have . 2 Witch . Show me , show me . 1 Witch . Here I have a pilot's thumb , Wrack'd , as homeward he did come . 3 Witch . A drum , a drum : 110 Macbeth doth come . All . The weird sisters , hand in hand , Posters of the sea ...
... Look what I have . 2 Witch . Show me , show me . 1 Witch . Here I have a pilot's thumb , Wrack'd , as homeward he did come . 3 Witch . A drum , a drum : 110 Macbeth doth come . All . The weird sisters , hand in hand , Posters of the sea ...
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... look into the seeds of time , And say which grain will grow , and which will not , Speak then to me , who neither beg , nor fear , 140 Your favours , nor your hate . 1 Witch . Hail ! 2 Witch . Hail ! 3 Witch . Hail ! 1 Witch . Lesser ...
... look into the seeds of time , And say which grain will grow , and which will not , Speak then to me , who neither beg , nor fear , 140 Your favours , nor your hate . 1 Witch . Hail ! 2 Witch . Hail ! 3 Witch . Hail ! 1 Witch . Lesser ...
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... Look , how our partner's rapt . Macb . [ Aside . ] — If chance will have me king , why , chance may crown me , 220 Without my stir . Ban . New honours come upon him , Like our strange garments , cleave not to their mould , But with the ...
... Look , how our partner's rapt . Macb . [ Aside . ] — If chance will have me king , why , chance may crown me , 220 Without my stir . Ban . New honours come upon him , Like our strange garments , cleave not to their mould , But with the ...
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... Look like the time ; bear welcome in your eye , Your hand , your tongue : look like the innocent flower , But be the serpent under it . He that's coming Must be provided for and you shall put This night's great business into my despatch ...
... Look like the time ; bear welcome in your eye , Your hand , your tongue : look like the innocent flower , But be the serpent under it . He that's coming Must be provided for and you shall put This night's great business into my despatch ...
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Common terms and phrases
Adverbial ANGUS apodosis Banquo Birnam wood blood Cæsar caldron called Castle clause Comp crown daggers dare death deed Doct Donalbain doth Duncan Dunsinane Dunsinane hill England enimies Enter LADY MACBETH Enter MACBETH Exeunt Exit father fear Fife fight Fleance gallowglasses Gent give Glamis Goth grief hail hand hath haue hear heart heaven Hecate Holinshed honour Julius Cæsar king king of Scotland Knocking LADY MACBETH LADY MACDUFF LENOX look lord Macb Macd Macduff Malcolme means metonymy mind Murderers murther night noble nobleman of Scotland Pleonasm pray Protasis realme reigne Rosse royal SCENE scil Scone sense Shakespeare shalt Siward slaine sleep soldier sorrow speak Steevens strange Sueno sword thane of Cawdor thee There's thine things thought traitor treason tyrant vnto vpon weird sisters What's whence wife Witch woords word worthy
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Page 62 - Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble, Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf : Witches...
Page 75 - Merciful heaven ! What, man ? ne'er pull your hat upon your brows ; Give sorrow words : the grief, that does not speak, Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break.
Page 31 - Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness, To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great; Art not without ambition, but without...
Page 36 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me; I would, while 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.
Page 35 - 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.
Page 33 - This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve By his loved mansionry that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed The air is delicate.
Page 31 - It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way : thou wouldst be great; Art not without ambition — but without The illness should attend it : what thou wouldst highly That wouldst thou holily : wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win : Thou 'dst have, great Glamis, That which cries, " Thus thou must do, if thou have it;" And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone.
Page 59 - More shall they speak ; for now I am bent to know, By the worst means, the worst. For mine own good, All causes shall give way : I am in blood Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er : Strange things I have in head, that will to hand ; Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.
Page 41 - What hands are here ? ha ! they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand ? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
Page 57 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.