Works, Containing His Plays and Poems: To which is Added a Glossary, Հատոր 3G.G. & J. Robinson, R. Faulder, B. & J. White, J. Edwards, T. Payne, Jun. J. Walker, & J. Anderson, 1797 |
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... True , worthy Banquo ; he is full fo valiant ; And in his commendations I am fed ; It is a banquet to me . Let us after him , Whofe care is gone before to bid us welcome : It is a peerless kinfman . [ Flourish . Exeunt . SCENE V ...
... True , worthy Banquo ; he is full fo valiant ; And in his commendations I am fed ; It is a banquet to me . Let us after him , Whofe care is gone before to bid us welcome : It is a peerless kinfman . [ Flourish . Exeunt . SCENE V ...
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... M. O proper stuff ! This is the very painting of your fear : This is the air - drawn dagger , which , you faid , Led you to Duncan . O , these flaws , and starts , ( Impoftors to true fear , ) would well become MACBETH . 43.
... M. O proper stuff ! This is the very painting of your fear : This is the air - drawn dagger , which , you faid , Led you to Duncan . O , these flaws , and starts , ( Impoftors to true fear , ) would well become MACBETH . 43.
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To which is Added a Glossary William Shakespeare. ( Impoftors to true fear , ) would well become A woman's ftory , at a winter's fire , Authoris'd by her grandam . Shame itself ! Why do you make fuch faces ? When all's done , You look ...
To which is Added a Glossary William Shakespeare. ( Impoftors to true fear , ) would well become A woman's ftory , at a winter's fire , Authoris'd by her grandam . Shame itself ! Why do you make fuch faces ? When all's done , You look ...
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... true ; For the blood - bolter'd Banquo fmiles upon me , And points at them for his . - What , is this fo ? 1 WITCH . Ay , fir , all this is so : -But why Stands Macbeth thus amazedly ? — Come , fifters , cheer we up his fprights , And ...
... true ; For the blood - bolter'd Banquo fmiles upon me , And points at them for his . - What , is this fo ? 1 WITCH . Ay , fir , all this is so : -But why Stands Macbeth thus amazedly ? — Come , fifters , cheer we up his fprights , And ...
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... true ! MAL . What is the neweft grief ? caps , ROSSE . That of an hour's age doth hifs the fpeaker ; Each minute teems a new one . MACD , How does my wife ? ROSSE . Why , well . MACD . And all 4 64 MACBETH . All fwoln and ulcerous ...
... true ! MAL . What is the neweft grief ? caps , ROSSE . That of an hour's age doth hifs the fpeaker ; Each minute teems a new one . MACD , How does my wife ? ROSSE . Why , well . MACD . And all 4 64 MACBETH . All fwoln and ulcerous ...
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Works, Containing His Plays and Poems: To which is Added a Glossary, Հատոր 3 William Shakespeare Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1797 |
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againſt anſwer arms art thou Banquo BARD Bardolph BAST beſt blood BOLING Bolingbroke cauſe coufin crown death defire doft doth duke England Engliſh Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes fafe faid Falſtaff fame father Faulconbridge fear fhall fhame fhow fight fince fir John firſt flain fleep foldiers fome forrow foul fpeak France friends ftand ftill fubject fuch fweet fword GAUNT give grace grief hand Harfleur Harry hath hear heart heaven highneſs himſelf honour horſe houſe itſelf LADY Lancaſter liege look lord MACB Macbeth MACD mafter majeſty moft moſt muft muſt myſelf never night noble Northumberland peace Percy PIST pleaſe POINS pray preſent prince purpoſe reaſon RICH ſay SCENE ſee SHAL ſhall ſhe ſhould ſhow ſpeak ſpirit ſtand ſtate ſtay tell thee theſe thine thoſe thou art thouſand tongue uſe whofe Whoſe WITCH yourſelf
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Էջ 29 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Էջ 39 - s to be done ? Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day, And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale ! Light thickens, and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood : Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Էջ 194 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed, and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry...
Էջ 349 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis insensible, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I'll none of • it. Honour is a mere scutcheon : and so ends my catechism.
Էջ 50 - 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...
Էջ 220 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Էջ 369 - Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him half his Troy was burnt...
Էջ 349 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Էջ 194 - Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out (I die pronouncing it), Like to a tenement, or pelting farm: England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds: That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Էջ 19 - 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. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both. They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.