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... wounds , Or memorise another Golgotha , I cannot tell : - But I am faint , my gashes cry for help . Dun . So well thy words become thee as thy wounds ; They smack of honour both . - Go , get him [ Exit Soldier , attended . surgeons ...
... wounds , Or memorise another Golgotha , I cannot tell : - But I am faint , my gashes cry for help . Dun . So well thy words become thee as thy wounds ; They smack of honour both . - Go , get him [ Exit Soldier , attended . surgeons ...
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... the sea and land , Thus do go about , about ; Thrice to thine , and thrice to mine , And thrice again , to make up nine : Peace ! -the charm's wound up . Enter MACBETH and BANQUO . Macb . So foul and SC . III . 7 MACBETH .
... the sea and land , Thus do go about , about ; Thrice to thine , and thrice to mine , And thrice again , to make up nine : Peace ! -the charm's wound up . Enter MACBETH and BANQUO . Macb . So foul and SC . III . 7 MACBETH .
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... sightless substances 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 , 16 ACT I. MACBETH .
... sightless substances 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 , 16 ACT I. MACBETH .
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... wounds : I think , withal , There would be hands uplifted in my right ; And here , from gracious England , have I offer Of goodly thousands : but , for all this , When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head , Or wear it on my sword , yet ...
... wounds : I think , withal , There would be hands uplifted in my right ; And here , from gracious England , have I offer Of goodly thousands : but , for all this , When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head , Or wear it on my sword , yet ...
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... wounds , Whose hollow womb resounds like heaven's thunder ; The iron bit he crushes ' tween his teeth , Controlling what he was controlled with . His ears up prick'd ; his braided hanging mane Upon his compass'd crest now stand on end ...
... wounds , Whose hollow womb resounds like heaven's thunder ; The iron bit he crushes ' tween his teeth , Controlling what he was controlled with . His ears up prick'd ; his braided hanging mane Upon his compass'd crest now stand on end ...
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Adonis art thou Banquo bear beauty beauty's behold birds blood breast breath cheeks Collatine dead dear death deed desire Doct doth Enter MACBETH Exeunt face fair fair lords falchion falconry false fear fire Fleance flower fool foul gainst gentle give grace grief hand hast hate hath hear heart heaven honour hour king kiss LADY MACBETH light lips live look lord love's Lucrece lust Macb Macd Macduff Mach mayst mind murder never night numbers o'er pale pity poison'd poor praise Priam proud quoth RAPE OF LUCRECE Rosse seem'd Sextus Tarquinius shalt shame sighs sight SIWARD sleep sorrow soul speak swear sweet Tarquin tears Tereu thane of Cawdor thee thence thine eye things thou art thou dost thought thyself Time's tongue true truth unto weep weird sisters wind Witch words worth wound youth
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Page 22 - 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 blood ; Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it...
Page 247 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that...
Page 314 - The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields. A honey tongue, a heart of gall Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
Page 260 - That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell...
Page 89 - 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 slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.
Page 227 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy ; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace...
Page 212 - When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held : Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies, Where all the treasure of thy lusty days, — To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes, Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise. How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use, If thou couldst answer — "This fair child of mine Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse...
Page 20 - The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, 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.
Page 226 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's •waste : Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe, And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight...
Page 17 - This supernatural soliciting 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...