The Dramatic Writings of Will. Shakespeare: With Introductory Prefaces to Each Play ; Printed Complete from the Best Editions, Bind 6R. Morison Junr., 1798 |
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... thofe that gave the thane of Cawdor to me , Promis'd no lefs to them ? Ban . That , trufted home , Might yet enkindle you unto the crown , Befides the thane of Cawdor . But ' tis ftrange : And oftentimes , to win us to our harm ; The ...
... thofe that gave the thane of Cawdor to me , Promis'd no lefs to them ? Ban . That , trufted home , Might yet enkindle you unto the crown , Befides the thane of Cawdor . But ' tis ftrange : And oftentimes , to win us to our harm ; The ...
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... Thofe in commiffion yet return'd ? Mal . My liege They are not yet come back . But I have spoke With one that faw him die ; who did report , That very frankly he confefs'd his treafons ; Implor'd your highnefs ' pardon ; and set forth A ...
... Thofe in commiffion yet return'd ? Mal . My liege They are not yet come back . But I have spoke With one that faw him die ; who did report , That very frankly he confefs'd his treafons ; Implor'd your highnefs ' pardon ; and set forth A ...
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... thofe honours , deep and broad , wherewith Your majefty loads our houfe : For thofe of old , And the late dignities heap'd up to them , We reft your hermits . King . Where's the thane of Cawdor ? We cours'd him at the heel , and had a ...
... thofe honours , deep and broad , wherewith Your majefty loads our houfe : For thofe of old , And the late dignities heap'd up to them , We reft your hermits . King . Where's the thane of Cawdor ? We cours'd him at the heel , and had a ...
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... thofe fleepy two Of his own chamber , and us'd their very daggers , That they have done't ! Lady . Who dares receive it other , As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar Upon his death ? Macb . 1 am fettled , and bend up Each ...
... thofe fleepy two Of his own chamber , and us'd their very daggers , That they have done't ! Lady . Who dares receive it other , As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar Upon his death ? Macb . 1 am fettled , and bend up Each ...
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... Thofe of his chamber , as it feem'd , hath Their hands and faces were all badg'd with blood , So were their daggers , which , unwip'd , we found Upon their pillows : they star'd , and were distracted ; No man's life was to be trufted ...
... Thofe of his chamber , as it feem'd , hath Their hands and faces were all badg'd with blood , So were their daggers , which , unwip'd , we found Upon their pillows : they star'd , and were distracted ; No man's life was to be trufted ...
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Side 68 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered...
Side 18 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: — I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not , fatal vision , sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Side 6 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the...
Side 25 - Dear Duff, I pr'ythee, contradict thyself, And say, it is not so. Re-enter MACBETH and LENOX. Macb. 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.
Side 38 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Side 66 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Side 9 - For in my way it lies. Stars hide your fires ! Let not light see my black and deep desires : The eye wink at the hand ! yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Side 21 - 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.
Side 66 - By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost ; It yearns me not if men my garments wear ; Such outward things dwell not in my desires : But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
Side 10 - 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...