The Dramatic Writings of Will. Shakespeare: With Introductory Prefaces to Each Play ; Printed Complete from the Best Editions, Volum 6R. Morison Junr., 1798 |
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Pàgina 15
... heaven peep through the blanket of the dark , To cry , Hold , hold ! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBeth . Greater than both , by the all - hail hereafter ! Thy letters have tranfported me beyond This ignorant present time ...
... heaven peep through the blanket of the dark , To cry , Hold , hold ! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBeth . Greater than both , by the all - hail hereafter ! Thy letters have tranfported me beyond This ignorant present time ...
Pàgina 16
... heaven's breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty frieze , Buttress , nor coigne of vantage , but this bird Hath made his pendant bed , and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt , I have obferv'd , The air is delicate . Enter ...
... heaven's breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty frieze , Buttress , nor coigne of vantage , but this bird Hath made his pendant bed , and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt , I have obferv'd , The air is delicate . Enter ...
Pàgina 18
... heaven's cherubin , hors'd Upon the fightlefs couriers of the air , Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye , That tears thall drown the wind . — I have no fpur To prick the fides of my intent , but only Vaulting ambition , which o ...
... heaven's cherubin , hors'd Upon the fightlefs couriers of the air , Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye , That tears thall drown the wind . — I have no fpur To prick the fides of my intent , but only Vaulting ambition , which o ...
Pàgina 21
... heaven , Their candles are all out . - Take thee that too . A heavy fummons lies like lead upon me , And yet I would not fleep : Merciful powers Restrain in me the curfed thoughts that nature Gives way to in repofe ? -Give me my fword ...
... heaven , Their candles are all out . - Take thee that too . A heavy fummons lies like lead upon me , And yet I would not fleep : Merciful powers Restrain in me the curfed thoughts that nature Gives way to in repofe ? -Give me my fword ...
Pàgina 23
... heaven , or to hell . SCENE II . Enter LADY MACBETH . [ Exit . Lady . That which hath made them drunk , hath made me bold : What hath quench'd them , hath giv'n me fire : Hark ! -- Peace ! It was the owl that shriek'd , the fatal bell ...
... heaven , or to hell . SCENE II . Enter LADY MACBETH . [ Exit . Lady . That which hath made them drunk , hath made me bold : What hath quench'd them , hath giv'n me fire : Hark ! -- Peace ! It was the owl that shriek'd , the fatal bell ...
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Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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?
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...