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appears Attendants Banquo bear better blood born bring Castle comes crown dare dead death deed Doct Duncan England English Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face father fear Fleance friends give given grace hand hath head hear heart heaven hence highness hold Holinshed honour hope hour keep king knocking LADY LADY MACBETH LADY MACD leave LENOX less light lives look lord lost MACB Macbeth MACD Macduff Malcolm means meet mind murder murther nature never night noble passage peace poor pray present ROSSE SCENE Scotland SECOND WITCH seems sense Servant shake sight SIWARD sleep soldier speak spirit stand strange sword tell thane of Cawdor thanks thee things THIRD thou thought true truth tyrant wife WITCH worthy МАСв
Página 22 - Sinel's death I know I am Thane of Glamis ; But how of Cawdor? the Thane of Cawdor lives, A prosperous gentleman ; and to be king Stands not within the prospect of belief, No more than to be Cawdor.
Página 25 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? 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...
Página 58 - O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife . Thou know'st, that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives. Lady M. But in them nature's copy's not eterne. Macb. There's comfort yet; they are assailable; Then be thou jocund : Ere the bat hath flown His cloister'd flight ; ere, to black Hecate's summons, The shard-borne beetle, with his drowsy hums, Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done A deed of dreadful note.
Página 22 - Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner You greet with present grace, and great prediction Of noble having, and of royal hope, That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not: If you can look into the seeds of time, And say, which grain will grow, and which will not, Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, Your favours, nor your hate.
Página 42 - But wherefore could not I pronounce "Amen"? I had most need of blessing, and "Amen
Página 40 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest ; I see thee still, And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was not so before. There's no such thing : It is the bloody business which informs Thus to mine eyes.
Página 36 - Like the poor cat i' the adage? MACB. Prithee, peace: I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. LADY M. What beast was't then That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both: They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.
Página 27 - Implored your highness' pardon and set forth A deep repentance: nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in his death, To throw away the dearest thing he owed As 'twere a careless trifle.
Página 43 - Methought I heard a voice cry "Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep," the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast, — Lady M. What do you mean? 40 Macb. Still it cried "Sleep no more!" to all the house : "Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more; Macbeth shall sleep no more.