The dramatic works of William Shakespeare, revised with notes by S.W. Singer. With a life by W.W. Lloyd, Volume 8 |
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... Macb . So foul and fair a day I have not seen . Ban . How far is't call'd to Forres ? -What are these , So wither'd , and so wild in their attire ; That look not like the inhabitants o ' the earth , And yet are on't ? Live you ? or are ...
... Macb . So foul and fair a day I have not seen . Ban . How far is't call'd to Forres ? -What are these , So wither'd , and so wild in their attire ; That look not like the inhabitants o ' the earth , And yet are on't ? Live you ? or are ...
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... Macb . Stay , you imperfect speakers , tell me more : By Sinel's 14 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 ...
... Macb . Stay , you imperfect speakers , tell me more : By Sinel's 14 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 ...
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... Macb . The thane of Cawdor lives ? Why do you dress me In borrow'd robes ? Ang . Who was the thane , lives yet ; But under heavy judgment bears that life Which he deserves to lose . Whether he was combin'd With those of Norway , or did ...
... Macb . The thane of Cawdor lives ? Why do you dress me In borrow'd robes ? Ang . Who was the thane , lives yet ; But under heavy judgment bears that life Which he deserves to lose . Whether he was combin'd With those of Norway , or did ...
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... Macb . If chance will have me king , why , chance may crown me , Without my stir . Ban . New honours come upon him Like our strange garments ; cleave not to their mould , But with the aid of use . 18 As happy prologues to the swelling ...
... Macb . If chance will have me king , why , chance may crown me , Without my stir . Ban . New honours come upon him Like our strange garments ; cleave not to their mould , But with the aid of use . 18 As happy prologues to the swelling ...
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William Shakespeare Samuel Weller Singer. Macb . Come what come may ; Time and the hour runs through the roughest day . Ban . Worthy Macbeth , we stay upon your leisure . Macb . Give me your favour : - My dull brain was wrought with ...
William Shakespeare Samuel Weller Singer. Macb . Come what come may ; Time and the hour runs through the roughest day . Ban . Worthy Macbeth , we stay upon your leisure . Macb . Give me your favour : - My dull brain was wrought with ...
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Banquo blood called Cordelia Corn Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Denmark dost doth Edgar Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fleance folio reads Fool Fortinbras Gent gentleman Gentlemen of Verona Ghost give Gloster Goneril grace Guil Hamlet hand hast hath hear heart heaven Holinshed honour Horatio is't Julius Cæsar Kent King Henry King Lear knave Lady Laer Laertes Lear letter look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff madam Malone means murder nature night noble old copy reads omitted Ophelia Othello passage play poet poison'd POLONIUS poor pray quarto of 1603 quartos read Queen Regan Rosse SCENE sense Shakespeare signifies sister sleep soul speak speech spirit Steevens Stew sword tell thane thee There's thine thing thought villain Winter's Tale Witch word
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Page 30 - 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.
Page 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.
Page 290 - No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither •with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it : As thus ; Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth to dust; the dust is earth; of earth we make loam : And why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel...
Page 215 - Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor : suit the action to the word, the word to the action, with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature...
Page 253 - Not where he eats, but where he is eaten; a certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet. We fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots. Your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service, two dishes, but to one table — that's the end.
Page 240 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Page 231 - ... a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Page 217 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Page 215 - ... accent of christians, nor the gait of christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted, and bellowed, that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Page 328 - Lear. Let it be so, — thy truth, then, be thy dower : For, by the sacred radiance of the sun, The mysteries of Hecate, and the night ; By all the operation of the orbs From whom we do exist, and cease to be ; Here I disclaim all my paternal care, Propinquity and property of blood, And, as a stranger to my heart and me, Hold thee, from this, for ever.