Macbeth. OthelloGinn, Heath, & Company, 1881 |
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Antony and Cleopatra Banquo blood Brabantio called Cassio Castle Collier's second folio Cyprus death deed Desdemona devil Doct dost doth Duke Duncan Dunsinane Emil EMILIA Exeunt Exit eyes Faerie Queene fear Fleance foot-note foul Gent give hand handkerchief hast hath hear heart Heaven Hecate Holinshed honest honour husband Iago Iago's is't kill'd King Knocking Lady Macbeth Lettsom lieutenant look lord Macb Macd Macduff Malcolm means Michael Cassio mind mistress Moor murder nature never night noble old copies ordinary witches original Othello passage play Poet Pr'ythee pray probably quarto Re-enter Roderigo Ross SCENE Scotland seems sense Shakespeare SIWARD sleep soul speak speech sure sword Thane Thane of Cawdor thee There's thine thing thou art thought to-night Venice villain Weird Sisters wife willow Witch word
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Página 45 - 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.
Página 120 - That palter with us in a double sense; That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope. I'll not fight with thee. MACD. Then yield thee, coward; And live to be the show and gaze o
Página 64 - 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 peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.
Página 42 - 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. — Now o'er the one...
Página 102 - Merciful heaven ! — What, man ! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words : the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.
Página 287 - It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul — Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars ! — It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster.
Página 35 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly; if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success : that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come.
Página 36 - Was the hope drunk, Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since ? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? from this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour, As thou art in desire ? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem ; Letting I dare not wait upon I would, Like the poor cat i
Página 240 - Farewell the plumed troop , and the big wars , That make ambition virtue ! 0 , farewell! Farewell the neighing steed , and the shrill trump , The spirit-stirring drum , th' ear-piercing fife , The royal banner , and all quality, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war! And, O you mortal engines, whose rude throats Th' immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell!
Página 201 - Twere now to be most happy ; for I fear, My soul hath her content so absolute, That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate. Des. The heavens forbid, But that our loves and comforts should increase, Even as our days do grow ! Oth.