Macbeth. King JohnPrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
No interior do livro
Resultados 1-5 de 100
Página 12
... hath lost , noble Macbeth hath won . [ Exeunt . SCENE SCENE III . Thunder . Enter the three Witches . 12 At 1 . МАСВЕТΗ .
... hath lost , noble Macbeth hath won . [ Exeunt . SCENE SCENE III . Thunder . Enter the three Witches . 12 At 1 . МАСВЕТΗ .
Página 16
... hath bubbles , as the water has , 169 And these are of them : -Whither are they vanish'd ? Mac . Into the air ; and what seem'd corporal , melted As breath into the wind .-- ' Would they had staid ! Ban . Were such things here , as we ...
... hath bubbles , as the water has , 169 And these are of them : -Whither are they vanish'd ? Mac . Into the air ; and what seem'd corporal , melted As breath into the wind .-- ' Would they had staid ! Ban . Were such things here , as we ...
Página 18
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
Página 25
... hath a pleasant seat ; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses . Ban . This guest of summer , The temple - haunting martlet , does approve , By his lov'd mansionry , that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly ...
... hath a pleasant seat ; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses . Ban . This guest of summer , The temple - haunting martlet , does approve , By his lov'd mansionry , that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly ...
Página 26
... hath họlp him To his home before us : fair and noble hostess , We are your guest to - night . Lady . Your servants ever Have theirs , themselves , and what is theirs , in compt , To make their audit at your highness ' pleasure , 430 ...
... hath họlp him To his home before us : fair and noble hostess , We are your guest to - night . Lady . Your servants ever Have theirs , themselves , and what is theirs , in compt , To make their audit at your highness ' pleasure , 430 ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
ancient Angiers arms Arth Arthur Aust Banquo Ben Jonson Blanch blood breath calf's-skin called Const Constance crown curse Cymbeline Dauphin dead death deed devil doth Duncan edition England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes Faery Queen father Faulc FAULCONBRIDGE fear Fleance folio France give grief hand hast hath hear heart heaven Hecate Hector Boece HENLEY Henry VI Holinshed Honest Whore honour Hubert JOHNSON Julius Cæsar King Henry King John Lady Lewis look lord Macbeth Macd Macduff majesty Malcolm MALONE means murder nature night noble o'er old copy Pand passage peace Pemb perfect spy Phil Philip play Pope prince Queen Richard Rosse SCENE Scotland seems sense Shakspere Shakspere's shalt shew signifies sleep soul speak spirits STEEVENS thane thee Theobald There's thine things thou art thought tongue true unto WARBURTON Witch word
Passagens conhecidas
Página 22 - 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.
Página 63 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Página 99 - And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd That palter with us in a double sense, That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope. I'll not fight with thee. Macd. Then yield thee, coward, And live to be the show and gaze o
Página 27 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Página 60 - I am in blood Stept 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.
Página 51 - But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly: better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our place, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave ; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further.
Página 27 - We'd jump the life to come. But in these cases We still have judgment here ; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor ; this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips.
Página 18 - 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 ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, that function Is smother'd in surmise; and nothing is, But what is not.
Página 23 - Than wishest should be undone.' Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear ; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
Página 66 - I conjure you, by that which you profess, (Howe'er you come to know it,) answer me : Though you untie the winds, and let them fight Against the churches ; though the yesty waves Confound and swallow navigation up; Though bladed corn be lodg'd, and trees blown down; Though castles topple on their warders...