Macbeth. King JohnPrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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... tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round , Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal . - What is your tidings ? Enter a Messenger . Mes . The king comes here to - night . Lady . Thou'rt mad to say ...
... tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round , Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal . - What is your tidings ? Enter a Messenger . Mes . The king comes here to - night . Lady . Thou'rt mad to say ...
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... tongue : look like the innocent flower , But be the serpent under it . He that's coming Must be provided for : and you shall put This night's great business into my dispatch ; Which shall to all our nights and days to come Give solely ...
... tongue : look like the innocent flower , But be the serpent under it . He that's coming Must be provided for : and you shall put This night's great business into my dispatch ; Which shall to all our nights and days to come Give solely ...
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... tongue , nor heart , Cannot conceive , nor name thee ! Mac . and Len . What's the matter ? Macd . Confusion now hath made his master - piece ! Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope The Lord's anointed temple , and stole thence The ...
... tongue , nor heart , Cannot conceive , nor name thee ! Mac . and Len . What's the matter ? Macd . Confusion now hath made his master - piece ! Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope The Lord's anointed temple , and stole thence The ...
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... tongues , That most may claim this argument for ours ? Don . What should be spoken here , Where our fate , hid within an augre - hole , May rush , and seize us ? Let's away , our tears Are not yet brew'd . 290 Mal . Nor our strong ...
... tongues , That most may claim this argument for ours ? Don . What should be spoken here , Where our fate , hid within an augre - hole , May rush , and seize us ? Let's away , our tears Are not yet brew'd . 290 Mal . Nor our strong ...
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... tongue : unsafe the while , that we Must lave our honours in these flattering streams ; And make our faces vizards to our hearts , Disguising what they are . Lady . You must leave this . 191 Mac . O , full of scorpions is my mind , dear ...
... tongue : unsafe the while , that we Must lave our honours in these flattering streams ; And make our faces vizards to our hearts , Disguising what they are . Lady . You must leave this . 191 Mac . O , full of scorpions is my mind , dear ...
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...