The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fuseli, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, from the Most Eminent Commentators; a History of the Stage, a Life of Shakespeare, &c. by Alexander Chalmers, Volume 4 |
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Página 118
... of ill - doing , no , nor dream ' d That any did : Had we pursued that life , And
our weak spirits ne ' er been higher rear ' d With stronger blood , we should have
answer ' d heaven Boldly , Not guilty ; the imposition clear ' d , Hereditary ours .
... of ill - doing , no , nor dream ' d That any did : Had we pursued that life , And
our weak spirits ne ' er been higher rear ' d With stronger blood , we should have
answer ' d heaven Boldly , Not guilty ; the imposition clear ' d , Hereditary ours .
Página 266
It is thyself , mine own self ' s better part ; Mine eye ' s clear eye , my dear heart ' s
dearer heart ; My food , my fortune , and my sweet hope ' s aim , My sole earth ' s
heaven , and my heaven ' s claim . ' Luc . All this my sister is , or else should be ...
It is thyself , mine own self ' s better part ; Mine eye ' s clear eye , my dear heart ' s
dearer heart ; My food , my fortune , and my sweet hope ' s aim , My sole earth ' s
heaven , and my heaven ' s claim . ' Luc . All this my sister is , or else should be ...
Página 394
The great assay of art ; but , at his touch , Such sanctity hath heaven given his
hand , They presently amend . Mal . I thank you , doctor . [ Exit Doctor . Macd .
What ' s the disease he means ? Mal . ' Tis call ' d the evil : A most miraculous
work in ...
The great assay of art ; but , at his touch , Such sanctity hath heaven given his
hand , They presently amend . Mal . I thank you , doctor . [ Exit Doctor . Macd .
What ' s the disease he means ? Mal . ' Tis call ' d the evil : A most miraculous
work in ...
Página 398
I shall do so ; But I must also feel it as a man : I cannot but remember that such
things were , That were most precious to me . — Did heaven look on , And would
not take their part ? Sinful Macduff , They were all struck for thee ! naught that I
am ...
I shall do so ; But I must also feel it as a man : I cannot but remember that such
things were , That were most precious to me . — Did heaven look on , And would
not take their part ? Sinful Macduff , They were all struck for thee ! naught that I
am ...
Página 399
Heaven forgive him too ! ? Mal . This tune goes manly . Come , go we to the king ;
our power is ready ; ; Our lack is nothing but our leave : Macbeth Is ripe for
shaking , and the powers above Put on their instruments . Receive whát cheer
you ...
Heaven forgive him too ! ? Mal . This tune goes manly . Come , go we to the king ;
our power is ready ; ; Our lack is nothing but our leave : Macbeth Is ripe for
shaking , and the powers above Put on their instruments . Receive whát cheer
you ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Attendants Banquo bear better Bianca blood bring Camillo comes daughter death doth Dromio Enter Exeunt Exit face fair father fear fellow give gone Gremio hand hast hath head hear heart heaven hence hold honour husband I'll Johnson Kath keep king knock Lady leave Leon live look lord Lucentio Macb Macbeth Macd marry master means mind mistress murder nature never night once Paul Petruchio play poor pray present queen rest Rosse SCENE seems sense Serv Servant Shakspeare signior sister sleep speak stand stay STEEVENS sweet tell thank thee There's thing thou thou art thought Tranio true unto wife Witch
Passagens conhecidas
Página 365 - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Página 369 - 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 377 - Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble; 20 Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Third Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches...
Página 343 - Now o'er the one half-world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep ; now witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.
Página 181 - You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock ; And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race ; This is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather : but The art itself is nature.
Página 323 - 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 370 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! Let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with.
Página 329 - And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone. 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 166 - I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty; or that youth would sleep out the rest : for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.
Página 342 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...