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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... Soldier . A Porter . An old Man . LADY MACBETH . LADY MACDUff . Gentlewoman attending on Lady Macbeth . HECATE . Three Witches . Lords , Gentlemen , Officers , Soldiers , Murderers , Attendants , and Messengers . The Ghost of Banquo ...
... Soldier . A Porter . An old Man . LADY MACBETH . LADY MACDUff . Gentlewoman attending on Lady Macbeth . HECATE . Three Witches . Lords , Gentlemen , Officers , Soldiers , Murderers , Attendants , and Messengers . The Ghost of Banquo ...
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... Soldier . Dun . What bloody man is that ? He can report , As seemeth by his plight , of the revolt The newest state . Mal . This is the sergeant 15 Who , like a good and hardy soldier , fought ' Gainst my captivity : - Hail , brave ...
... Soldier . Dun . What bloody man is that ? He can report , As seemeth by his plight , of the revolt The newest state . Mal . This is the sergeant 15 Who , like a good and hardy soldier , fought ' Gainst my captivity : - Hail , brave ...
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... Soldier , attended . Enter RossE . Who comes here ? Mal . The worthy thane of Rosse . Len . What a haste looks through his eyes ! So should he look that seems to speak things strange . Rosse . God save the king ! 60 Dun . Whence cam'st ...
... Soldier , attended . Enter RossE . Who comes here ? Mal . The worthy thane of Rosse . Len . What a haste looks through his eyes ! So should he look that seems to speak things strange . Rosse . God save the king ! 60 Dun . Whence cam'st ...
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... soldiers , make our women fight , To doff their dire distresses . Mal . Be ' t their comfort , 415 We are coming thither : gracious England hath Lent us good Siward , and ten thousand men ; An older and a better soldier , none That ...
... soldiers , make our women fight , To doff their dire distresses . Mal . Be ' t their comfort , 415 We are coming thither : gracious England hath Lent us good Siward , and ten thousand men ; An older and a better soldier , none That ...
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... soldier , and afeard ? What need we fear who knows it , when none can call our power to account ? -Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him ? 40 Doct . Do you mark that ? Lady M. The thane of Fife had a ...
... soldier , and afeard ? What need we fear who knows it , when none can call our power to account ? -Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him ? 40 Doct . Do you mark that ? Lady M. The thane of Fife had a ...
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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.