The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Edição 6G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... Sweet remembrancer ! - Now , good digestion wait on appetite , And health on both ! Len . May it please your highness sit ? [ The Ghost of Banquo rises , and sits in Macbeth's place . 1 Macb . Here had we now our country's honour roof'd ...
... Sweet remembrancer ! - Now , good digestion wait on appetite , And health on both ! Len . May it please your highness sit ? [ The Ghost of Banquo rises , and sits in Macbeth's place . 1 Macb . Here had we now our country's honour roof'd ...
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... sweet bodements ! good ! Rebellious head , rise never , till the wood Of Birnam rise , and our high - plac'd Macbeth Shall live the lease of nature , pay his breath To time , and mortal custom . - Yet my heart Throbs to know one thing ...
... sweet bodements ! good ! Rebellious head , rise never , till the wood Of Birnam rise , and our high - plac'd Macbeth Shall live the lease of nature , pay his breath To time , and mortal custom . - Yet my heart Throbs to know one thing ...
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... no relish of them ; but abound In the division of each several crime , Acting it many ways . Nay , had I power , I should Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell , Uproar the universal peace , confound All unity on earth МАСВЕТН . 83.
... no relish of them ; but abound In the division of each several crime , Acting it many ways . Nay , had I power , I should Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell , Uproar the universal peace , confound All unity on earth МАСВЕТН . 83.
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... sweet oblivious antidote , Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff , Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct . Must minister to himself . Therein the patient Macb . Throw physick to the dogs , I'll none of it.- Come , put mine ...
... sweet oblivious antidote , Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff , Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct . Must minister to himself . Therein the patient Macb . Throw physick to the dogs , I'll none of it.- Come , put mine ...
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... sweet sir , at yours : And so , ere answer knows what question would , ( Saving in dialogue of compliment ; And talking of the Alps , and Apennines , The Pyrenean , and the river Po , ) It draws towards supper in conclusion so . But ...
... sweet sir , at yours : And so , ere answer knows what question would , ( Saving in dialogue of compliment ; And talking of the Alps , and Apennines , The Pyrenean , and the river Po , ) It draws towards supper in conclusion so . But ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
arms Arth Arthur Attendants Aumerle Bagot banish'd Banquo Bast Bastard Bishop of Carlisle blood Boling Bolingbroke breath Bushy Castle Const cousin crown Dauphin dead death Doct dost doth Duch duke duke of Hereford earl of Wiltshire earth England Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father Faulconbridge fear Fleance France friends Gaunt gentle give grace grief hand hath hear heart heaven Hereford hither honour Hubert JAMES GURNEY John of Gaunt JOHNSON King John king Richard Lady Lady MACBETH land liege live look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff majesty murder night noble Northumberland Pand PANDULPH pardon peace Pemb Percy prince Queen Rich Rosse royal SCENE Shakspeare shalt shame sleep soldier sorrow soul speak stand STEEVENS sweet thane thee thine thou art thou hast thought tongue traitor uncle WARBURTON Witch word York
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Página 337 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Página 336 - No matter where; of comfort no man speak : Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs ; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth.
Página 61 - Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear: the times have been, That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools: this is more strange Than such a murder is.
Página 29 - We will proceed no further in this business : He hath honour'd me of late ; and I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people, Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Not cast aside so soon.
Página 24 - 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 55 - 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 ecstacy.' Duncan is in his grave ; After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well ; Treason has done his worst : nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing. Can touch him further ! Lady M.
Página 100 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word, — To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle...
Página 100 - I have almost forgot the taste of fears : The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek ; and my fell of hair * Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir As life were in't : I have supp'd full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me.
Página 24 - It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way : thou wouldst be great ; Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily ; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'dst have, great Glamis, That which cries ' Thus thou must do, if thou have it; And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone.
Página 23 - For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires ! Let not light see my black and deep desires : The eye wink at the hand ! yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.