Macbeth, from the text of S. Johnson and G. Steevens, revised |
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He loves us not ; He wants the * natural touch : for the poor wren " , The most
diminutive of birds , will fight , Her young ones in her nest , against the owl . All is
the fear , and nothing is the love ; As little is the wisdom , where the fight So runs
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He loves us not ; He wants the * natural touch : for the poor wren " , The most
diminutive of birds , will fight , Her young ones in her nest , against the owl . All is
the fear , and nothing is the love ; As little is the wisdom , where the fight So runs
...
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I'll fight , ' till from my bones my flesh be hackid . 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 ...
I'll fight , ' till from my bones my flesh be hackid . 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 ...
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Siw . Fare you well . Howe but find the tyrant's power to - night , 280 et us be
beaten , if we cannot fight . Macd . Make all our trumpets speak ; ' give them all
breath , hose clamorous harbingers of blood and death . [ Exeunt . Alarums
continued .
Siw . Fare you well . Howe but find the tyrant's power to - night , 280 et us be
beaten , if we cannot fight . Macd . Make all our trumpets speak ; ' give them all
breath , hose clamorous harbingers of blood and death . [ Exeunt . Alarums
continued .
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This way , my lord ; -the castle's gently ren . der'd : The tyrant's people on both
sides do fight ; The noble thanes do bravely in the war ; The day almost itself
professes yours , And little is to do . Mal . We have met with foes That strike
beside us .
This way , my lord ; -the castle's gently ren . der'd : The tyrant's people on both
sides do fight ; The noble thanes do bravely in the war ; The day almost itself
professes yours , And little is to do . Mal . We have met with foes That strike
beside us .
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I'll not fight with thee . ... I will try the last : “ Before my body " I throw my warlike
shield : ” lay on , Macduff : And damn'd be him that first cries , Hold ; enough [
Exeunt , fighting . Aları Re - e * Re - enter fighting , and Macbeth is slain 90
MACBETH .
I'll not fight with thee . ... I will try the last : “ Before my body " I throw my warlike
shield : ” lay on , Macduff : And damn'd be him that first cries , Hold ; enough [
Exeunt , fighting . Aları Re - e * Re - enter fighting , and Macbeth is slain 90
MACBETH .
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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
Passagens conhecidas
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.