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... hour . It may be wearisome to wait on destiny ; but the lapse of time and the appointed hour will bring round what is to come through all obstacles . Runs : in the singular , because ' time ' and ' the hour ' are synonyms . versely , we ...
... hour . It may be wearisome to wait on destiny ; but the lapse of time and the appointed hour will bring round what is to come through all obstacles . Runs : in the singular , because ' time ' and ' the hour ' are synonyms . versely , we ...
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... hour to serve , We would spend it in some words upon that business , If you would grant the time . At your kind'st leisure . BAN . MACB . If you shall cleave to my consent , when ' t is , It shall make honour for you . BAN . So I lose ...
... hour to serve , We would spend it in some words upon that business , If you would grant the time . At your kind'st leisure . BAN . MACB . If you shall cleave to my consent , when ' t is , It shall make honour for you . BAN . So I lose ...
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... hour . MACB . I'll bring you to him . MACD . I know this is a joyful trouble to you ; But yet ' t is one . MACB . The labour we delight in physics pain . This is the door . MACD . I'll make so bold to call , For ' t is my limited ...
... hour . MACB . I'll bring you to him . MACD . I know this is a joyful trouble to you ; But yet ' t is one . MACB . The labour we delight in physics pain . This is the door . MACD . I'll make so bold to call , For ' t is my limited ...
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... hour before this chance , I had liv'd a 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 ...
... hour before this chance , I had liv'd a 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 ...
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... Hours dreadful , and things strange ; but this sore night Hath trifled former knowings . Ah , good father , ROSSE . Thou see'st , the heavens , as troubled with man's act , Threaten his bloody stage : by the clock , ' t is day , And yet ...
... Hours dreadful , and things strange ; but this sore night Hath trifled former knowings . Ah , good father , ROSSE . Thou see'st , the heavens , as troubled with man's act , Threaten his bloody stage : by the clock , ' t is day , And yet ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
appears Attendants Banquo bear better blood born bring Castle comes crown dare dead death deed DOCT Duncan England English Enter Enter MACBETH Exeunt Exit eyes face father fear fight Fleance friends give given grace hand hath head hear heart heaven highness hold Holinshed honour hope hour keep king knocking LADY MACBETH LADY MACD leave LENOX less light lives look lord MACB Macbeth Macduff Malcolm means meet mind murder murther nature never night noble once passage peace poor pray present ROSSE SCENE Scotland seems sense Servant shake sight SIWARD sleep soldier speak spirit stand strange sword tell thane of Cawdor thanks thee things THIRD thou thought true tyrant wife WITCH worthy ΙΟ
Passagens conhecidas
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 64 - I pray you, speak not ; he grows worse and worse ; Question enrages him : at once, good night : — Stand not upon the order of your going, But go at once.
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.