Macbeth, from the text of S. Johnson and G. Steevens, revised |
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Արդյունքներ 9–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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... grace , and great prediction Of noble having * , and of royal hope , That he seems rapt withal ; to me you speak not : If you can look into the seeds of time , 150 And say , which grain will grow , and which will not ; Speak then to me ...
... grace , and great prediction Of noble having * , and of royal hope , That he seems rapt withal ; to me you speak not : If you can look into the seeds of time , 150 And say , which grain will grow , and which will not ; Speak then to me ...
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... grace , is dead ; The wine of life is drawn , and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of . Enter MALCOLM , and DONALBAIN . Don . What is amiss ? Mac . You are , and do not know it ! 261 Ί The spring , the head , the fountain of ...
... grace , is dead ; The wine of life is drawn , and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of . Enter MALCOLM , and DONALBAIN . Don . What is amiss ? Mac . You are , and do not know it ! 261 Ί The spring , the head , the fountain of ...
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... grace us with your royal company ? Mac . The table's full . Len . Here is a place reserv'd , sir . Mac . Where ? T 300 Len . Here , my good lord . What is't that moves your highness ? Mac . Which of you have done this ? Lords . What ...
... grace us with your royal company ? Mac . The table's full . Len . Here is a place reserv'd , sir . Mac . Where ? T 300 Len . Here , my good lord . What is't that moves your highness ? Mac . Which of you have done this ? Lords . What ...
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... death , and bear His hopes ' bove wisdom , grace , and fear : And you all know , security Is mortals ' chiefest enemy . 430 440 [ Music and a song . " Hark , " Hark , I am call'd ; my little spirit 52 a m . MACBETH .
... death , and bear His hopes ' bove wisdom , grace , and fear : And you all know , security Is mortals ' chiefest enemy . 430 440 [ Music and a song . " Hark , " Hark , I am call'd ; my little spirit 52 a m . MACBETH .
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... grace , " That the malevolence of fortune nothing " Takes from his high respect : thither Macduff is gone " To pray the holy king , upon his aid " To wake Northumberland , and warlike Siward : " That , by the help of these ( with Him ...
... grace , " That the malevolence of fortune nothing " Takes from his high respect : thither Macduff is gone " To pray the holy king , upon his aid " To wake Northumberland , and warlike Siward : " That , by the help of these ( with Him ...
Common terms and phrases
Alarum ANGUS Attendants Birnam wood bleed blood call'd CATHNESS cauldron charm Chor daggers dare dead death deed Doct Donalbain doth Drum and Colours Duncan Dunsinane dy'd enchantment Enter BANQUO Enter Lady MACBETH Enter MACBETH Enter MALCOLM Enter ROSSE Exeunt Exit father fear Fife fight Fleance friends Gent Give Glamis grace hail hand Hark hast hath hear heart heaven Hecate honour i'the is't kill'd king of Scotland Knock LENOX live look lord Macd Macduff murder nature night noble o'the poison'd poor pray Re-enter Saracens SCENE II SCENE SCENE Scotland Servant SEYTON shake Shakspere shalt shew SIWARD sleep Soldiers speak spirits strange sword thane of Cawdor thee There's thine things thither thou art thought three WITCHES Thunder to-night tongue traitor tyrant weird sisters What's Who's wife witchcraft worthy thane καὶ
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Էջ 42 - 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.
Էջ 6 - Live you ? or are you aught That man may question ? You seem to understand me, By each at once her choppy finger laying Upon her skinny lips. — You should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so.
Էջ 14 - 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.
Էջ 13 - Yet do I fear thy nature ; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way.
Էջ 42 - Enter MACBETH. How now, my lord ? why do you keep alone, Of sorriest fancies your companions making ? Using those thoughts which should indeed have died With them they think on ? Things without all remedy, Should be without regard : what's done is done.
Էջ 16 - This guest of summer, The temple-haunting. martlet, does approve, By his lov'd mansionry, that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coigne of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed, and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt, I have observ'd, The air is delicate.
Էջ 15 - 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 !
Էջ 72 - Put on with holy prayers : and 'tis spoken, To the succeeding royalty he leaves The healing benediction. With this strange virtue, He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy ; And sundry blessings hang about his throne, That speak him full of grace.
Էջ 82 - Cure her of that: Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuffd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart?
Էջ 5 - The weird sisters, hand in hand, Posters of the sea and land, Thus do go about, about: Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine, And thrice again, to make up nine.