...am thane ot С^ч) lot \ Acil. MACBETH. Act\. If good, i*l. y do I yield to that suggestion U in.-v Imagining» : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, that...

...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...fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, that functioQ Is smother'd in surmise; and nothing is, Bat what is not. Ban. ' Look, how our partner's rapt....

...an attack upon our pity as well our horror, when he puts the following question 10 his conscience— Why do I yield to that suggestion, Whose horrid image...seated heart knock at my ribs Against the use of nature ? Now let us turn to Richard, in whose cruel heart no such remorse finds place; he needs no tempter....

...upon our pity as well as upon. our horror, when he puts the following question to his conscience— Why do I yield to that suggestion, Whose horrid image...seated heart knock at my ribs Against the use of nature ? Now let us turn to Richard, in whose cruel heart no such remorse finds place; he needs no tempter....

...with ribs. Was I by rocks engendered ; ribbed with See! Such tortures to resist, or not to feel ? S0^ Why do I yield to that suggestion, Whose horrid image...unfix my hair. And make my seated heart knock at my rife, Against the use of nature ! Shakspeare. Jferf"1 Remember The nat'ral brav'ry of your isle, which...

...Present feats Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought, whose murthcr yet is but /iin/<Mric<i/, Shakes so my single state of man, that function Is...smothered in surmise ; and nothing is. But what is not. Id. Macbeth. Are ye fantastical t or that indeed Which outwardly ye shew 1 Id. England is so idly kinged....

...Faerie Queeiie. There's some among you have beheld me fighting. Sliakspeare. My thought, whose murther yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state...function Is smothered in surmise ; and nothing is, Hut what и not. Id. Macbeth. That our condition is the worst And with such misfortuues curst As all...

...yield to that suggestion* Wiioie horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my scaled' heart knock ul my ribs, Against the use of nature ? Present fears...than horrible imaginings : My thought, whose murder vet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single «lute of man, that function Is smothcr'd in surmise ¡"...

...instance as any is to be found in Homer, II. xiii. 41. a/3po/ioi, aviaxoi P So Shakspeare, Macbeth, i. 3. If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair. And makes my seated heart knock at my ribs. Against the use of nature? i The sage is generally supposed...

...imaginings : My thought, whose murther yet is but fantastical , Shakes *o my single state of man, thai function Is smothered in surmise; and nothing is, But what is not. Id. Madn-t,'t. Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye shew ? /rf. England is so idly...