Macbeth, from the text of S. Johnson and G. Steevens, revised |
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... eye wink at the hand ! yet let that be , Which the eye fears , when it is done , to see . [ Exit . King . True , worthy Banquo ; he is full so valiant ; And Es And in his commendations I am fed ; It 12 A & t I MACBETH .
... eye wink at the hand ! yet let that be , Which the eye fears , when it is done , to see . [ Exit . King . True , worthy Banquo ; he is full so valiant ; And Es And in his commendations I am fed ; It 12 A & t I MACBETH .
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... Exit Mes . That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements . Come , you spirits * That tend on * mortal thoughts , unsex me here ; And fill me , from the crown to the toe , top - full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my ...
... Exit Mes . That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements . Come , you spirits * That tend on * mortal thoughts , unsex me here ; And fill me , from the crown to the toe , top - full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my ...
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... Exit BANQUo . Mac . Go , bid thy mistress , when my drink is ready , She strike upon the bell . Get thee to bed . [ Exit Ser . Is this a dagger , which I see before me , The handle toward my hand ? Come , let me * clutch thee : I have ...
... Exit BANQUo . Mac . Go , bid thy mistress , when my drink is ready , She strike upon the bell . Get thee to bed . [ Exit Ser . Is this a dagger , which I see before me , The handle toward my hand ? Come , let me * clutch thee : I have ...
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... A Bell rings . I go , and it is done ; the bell invites me . Hear it not , Duncan ; for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven , or to hell . 70 [ Exit . SCENE SCENE II . Enter Lady MACBETH . Lady . That Act II . 23 MACBETH .
... A Bell rings . I go , and it is done ; the bell invites me . Hear it not , Duncan ; for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven , or to hell . 70 [ Exit . SCENE SCENE II . Enter Lady MACBETH . Lady . That Act II . 23 MACBETH .
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... Exit . Knocking within . Mac . Whence is that knocking ! How is't with me , when every noise appals me ? What hands are here ? Ha ! they pluck out mine eyes ! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood * 141 Clean from my hand ? No ...
... Exit . Knocking within . Mac . Whence is that knocking ! How is't with me , when every noise appals me ? What hands are here ? Ha ! they pluck out mine eyes ! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood * 141 Clean from my hand ? No ...
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Alarum ANGUS Attendants Birnam wood bleed blood call'd CATHNESS cauldron charm Chor daggers dare dead death deed Doct Donalbain doth Drum and Colours Duncan Dunsinane dy'd enchantment Enter BANQUO Enter Lady MACBETH Enter MACBETH Enter MALCOLM Enter ROSSE Exeunt Exit father fear Fife fight Fleance friends Gent Give Glamis grace hail hand Hark hast hath hear heart heaven Hecate honour i'the is't kill'd king of Scotland Knock LENOX live look lord Macd Macduff murder nature night noble o'the poison'd poor pray Re-enter Saracens SCENE II SCENE SCENE Scotland Servant SEYTON shake Shakspere shalt shew SIWARD sleep Soldiers speak spirits strange sword thane of Cawdor thee There's thine things thither thou art thought three WITCHES Thunder to-night tongue traitor tyrant weird sisters What's Who's wife witchcraft worthy thane καὶ
Popular passages
Page 42 - But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, 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 ecstasy.
Page 6 - Live you ? or are you aught That man may question ? You seem to understand me, By each at once her choppy finger laying Upon her skinny lips. — You should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so.
Page 14 - 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.
Page 13 - Yet do I fear thy nature ; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way.
Page 42 - Enter MACBETH. How now, my lord ? why do you keep alone, Of sorriest fancies your companions making ? Using those thoughts which should indeed have died With them they think on ? Things without all remedy, Should be without regard : what's done is done.
Page 16 - This guest of summer, The temple-haunting. martlet, does approve, By his lov'd mansionry, that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coigne of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed, and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt, I have observ'd, The air is delicate.
Page 15 - You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry " Hold, hold !
Page 72 - Put on with holy prayers : and 'tis spoken, To the succeeding royalty he leaves The healing benediction. With this strange virtue, He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy ; And sundry blessings hang about his throne, That speak him full of grace.
Page 82 - Cure her of that: Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuffd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart?
Page 5 - The weird sisters, hand in hand, Posters of the sea and land, Thus do go about, about: Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine, And thrice again, to make up nine.