Macbeth, from the text of S. Johnson and G. Steevens, revised |
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He that's coming 390 ust be provided for : and you shall put is night's great
business into my dispatch ; hich shall to all our nights and days to come Give
Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom . Mac . We AE I. MACBETH . 15.
He that's coming 390 ust be provided for : and you shall put is night's great
business into my dispatch ; hich shall to all our nights and days to come Give
Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom . Mac . We AE I. MACBETH . 15.
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William Shakespeare Samuel Johnson, George Steevens. Give solely sovereign
sway and masterdom . Mac . We will speak further . Lady . Only look up clear ; To
alter favour ever is to fear : Leave all the rest to me . [ Exeun . SCENE VI .
William Shakespeare Samuel Johnson, George Steevens. Give solely sovereign
sway and masterdom . Mac . We will speak further . Lady . Only look up clear ; To
alter favour ever is to fear : Leave all the rest to me . [ Exeun . SCENE VI .
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A heavy summons lies like lead upon me , And yet I would not sleep : * Merciful
powers ! Restrain in me the cursed thoughts , that nature 9 Gives way repose ! "
Give me my sword ; "Enter MACBETH , and a Servant with a Torch . Who's there
?
A heavy summons lies like lead upon me , And yet I would not sleep : * Merciful
powers ! Restrain in me the cursed thoughts , that nature 9 Gives way repose ! "
Give me my sword ; "Enter MACBETH , and a Servant with a Torch . Who's there
?
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490 That Christendom gives out . Rosse . ' Would I could answer This comfort
with the ... To add the death of you . Mal . Merciful heaven ! What , man ! ne'er pull
your hat upon your brows “ ; Give sorrow words : the grief , that does not speak “ ...
490 That Christendom gives out . Rosse . ' Would I could answer This comfort
with the ... To add the death of you . Mal . Merciful heaven ! What , man ! ne'er pull
your hat upon your brows “ ; Give sorrow words : the grief , that does not speak “ ...
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Give me my armour . : Sey . ' Tis not needed yet . Mac . I'll put it on . Send out
more horses , * skirr the country round ; Hang those that talk of fear..Give me
mine ar160 How does your patient , doctor ? Do £ t . Not so sick , my lord , As she
is ...
Give me my armour . : Sey . ' Tis not needed yet . Mac . I'll put it on . Send out
more horses , * skirr the country round ; Hang those that talk of fear..Give me
mine ar160 How does your patient , doctor ? Do £ t . Not so sick , my lord , As she
is ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Attendants Banquo bear Birnam blood born Bring charm comes dare dead death deed Doct double doubt Duncan England Enter MACBETH Exeunt Exit eyes face father fear fight Fleance friends Gent Give given grace hand hast hath head hear heart heaven highness hold honour hope hour I'll i'the keep king Knock known Lady Lady MACBETH leave LENOX light live look lord Macd Macduff MALCOLM meet mind murder nature never night noble once play poor pray reason rest Rosse SCENE Scotland shake shew SIWARD sleep Soldiers speak spirits stand strange sword tell thane thane of Cawdor thanks thee There's things thou thought Thunder tongue trouble true truth wife Witch woman wood worthy young
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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 13 - Yet do I fear thy nature ; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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 !
Página 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.
Página 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?
Página 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.