The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, Volume 9R. Crowder, 1772 |
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... She strike upon the bell . Get thee to bed . [ ready , [ Exit Servant . [ thee , Is this a dagger which I fee before me , The handle tow'rd my hand ? come , let me clutch I have thee not , and yet I fee thee still . Art thou not , fatal ...
... She strike upon the bell . Get thee to bed . [ ready , [ Exit Servant . [ thee , Is this a dagger which I fee before me , The handle tow'rd my hand ? come , let me clutch I have thee not , and yet I fee thee still . Art thou not , fatal ...
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... She'll clofe and be berfelf ; ] This is a paffage which has all along paffed current through the editions , and yet dare affirm is not our Author's reading . What has a snake , VOL . IX . E She'll close , and be herself ; whilft our ...
... She'll clofe and be berfelf ; ] This is a paffage which has all along paffed current through the editions , and yet dare affirm is not our Author's reading . What has a snake , VOL . IX . E She'll close , and be herself ; whilft our ...
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... She'll close , and be herself ; whilft our poor malice Remains in danger of her former tooth . But let both worlds disjoint , and all things fuffer , Ere we will eat our meal in fear , and fleep In the affliction of these terrible ...
... She'll close , and be herself ; whilft our poor malice Remains in danger of her former tooth . But let both worlds disjoint , and all things fuffer , Ere we will eat our meal in fear , and fleep In the affliction of these terrible ...
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... she does now ? look , how the rubs her hands . Gen. It is an accustomed action with her , to feem thus washing her hands : I have known her cons tinue in this a quarter of an hour . Lady . Yet here's a spot . Doct . Hark , fhe fpeaks ...
... she does now ? look , how the rubs her hands . Gen. It is an accustomed action with her , to feem thus washing her hands : I have known her cons tinue in this a quarter of an hour . Lady . Yet here's a spot . Doct . Hark , fhe fpeaks ...
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... She fhould have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for fuch a word . To - morrow , and to - morrow , and to - morrow , Creeps in this petty pace from day to day , To the last fyllable of recorded time , And all our yefterdays ...
... She fhould have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for fuch a word . To - morrow , and to - morrow , and to - morrow , Creeps in this petty pace from day to day , To the last fyllable of recorded time , And all our yefterdays ...
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Page 27 - tis done, then 'twere well 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'd jump the life to come.
Page 32 - I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
Page 283 - My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Page 29 - 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 28 - Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels...
Page 34 - 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.
Page 24 - You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold ! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH.
Page 20 - Implored your highness' pardon and set forth A deep repentance: nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in his death, To throw away the dearest thing he owed As 'twere a careless trifle.
Page 65 - 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 88 - To bed, to bed; there's knocking at the gate: come, come, come, come, give me your hand: what's done cannot be undone: to bed, to bed, to bed.