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... sleep , from evil thoughts ; whose simple loyalty futilizes all solicitations to treason even before they are made ; and who , at last , is mercifully removed by the murderer's sword , just when otherwise he might have followed the ...
... sleep , from evil thoughts ; whose simple loyalty futilizes all solicitations to treason even before they are made ; and who , at last , is mercifully removed by the murderer's sword , just when otherwise he might have followed the ...
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... Sleep shall neither night nor day Hang upon his pent - house lid ; He shall live a man forbid : Weary sev'n - nights nine times nine Shall he dwindle , peak , and pine : Though his bark cannot be lost , Yet it shall be tempest - toss'd ...
... Sleep shall neither night nor day Hang upon his pent - house lid ; He shall live a man forbid : Weary sev'n - nights nine times nine Shall he dwindle , peak , and pine : Though his bark cannot be lost , Yet it shall be tempest - toss'd ...
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... sleep Their drenched natures lie , as in a death , What cannot you and I perform upon The unguarded Duncan ? what not put upon His spongy officers ; who shall bear the guilt Of our great quell ? MACB . Bring forth men - children only ...
... sleep Their drenched natures lie , as in a death , What cannot you and I perform upon The unguarded Duncan ? what not put upon His spongy officers ; who shall bear the guilt Of our great quell ? MACB . Bring forth men - children only ...
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... sleep : Merciful powers ! Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature Gives way to in repose ! -Give me my sword ; — Enter MACBETH , and a Servant with a torch . Who's there ? MACB . A friend . BAN . What , sir , not yet at rest ...
... sleep : Merciful powers ! Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature Gives way to in repose ! -Give me my sword ; — Enter MACBETH , and a Servant with a torch . Who's there ? MACB . A friend . BAN . What , sir , not yet at rest ...
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... sleep : witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings ; and wither'd murther , Alarum'd by his sentinel , the wolf , Whose howl's his watch , thus with his stealthy pace , With Tarquin's ravishing sides , towards his design , Moves like ...
... sleep : witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings ; and wither'd murther , Alarum'd by his sentinel , the wolf , Whose howl's his watch , thus with his stealthy pace , With Tarquin's ravishing sides , towards his design , Moves like ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
Attendants babe Banquo blood Cæsar caldron Castle CATHNESS Coriolanus cousin crime crown daggers dare dead death deed DOCT DONALBAIN Duncan Dunsinane England Enter LADY MACBETH Enter MACBETH Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fleance friends gallowglasses GENT give Glamis grace hail Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven HECATE Holinshed honour instruments of darkness King Lear king of Scotland knocking LADY MACD LADY MACDUFF LENOX lives look lord MACB Macduff Malcolm Malcolm II means mind murder murther nature night noble old SIWARD Palace passage poor pray ROSSE Saxon SCENE Scotland SECOND MUR SECOND WITCH Servant shake Shakspere Shakspere's sleep soldier speak spirit strange strange matters sword thane of Cawdor thee There's thine things THIRD MUR THIRD WITCH thou art thought three Witches to-night traitor tyrant weird sisters wife Winter's Tale word worthy thane wouldst 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.