The Dramatic Writings of Will. Shakespeare: With Introductory Prefaces to Each Play ; Printed Complete from the Best Editions, Volume 6R. Morison Junr., 1798 |
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... nourisher in life's feaft ; Lady . What do you mean ? Mac . Still it cry'd , Sleep no more ! to all the house ; Glamis bath murder'd fleep ; and therefore Cawdor Shall Shall fleep no more , Macbeth fhall fleep no more 24 Aa II . MACBETH .
... nourisher in life's feaft ; Lady . What do you mean ? Mac . Still it cry'd , Sleep no more ! to all the house ; Glamis bath murder'd fleep ; and therefore Cawdor Shall Shall fleep no more , Macbeth fhall fleep no more 24 Aa II . MACBETH .
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... Mean you his majefty ? ce ! Mac . Approach the chamber , and deftroy your fight With a new gorgon : -Do not bid me speak ; See , and then speak yourfelves . - Awake ! awake ! - [ Exeunt MACBETH , and LENOX . Ring the alarum - bell ...
... Mean you his majefty ? ce ! Mac . Approach the chamber , and deftroy your fight With a new gorgon : -Do not bid me speak ; See , and then speak yourfelves . - Awake ! awake ! - [ Exeunt MACBETH , and LENOX . Ring the alarum - bell ...
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... means ! -Then , ' tis most like , The fov'reignty will fall upon Macbeth . Macd . He is already nam'd ; and gone to Scone , To be invested . Roffe . Where is Duncan's body ? Macd . Carried to Colmes - kill ; The facred ftorehoufe of his ...
... means ! -Then , ' tis most like , The fov'reignty will fall upon Macbeth . Macd . He is already nam'd ; and gone to Scone , To be invested . Roffe . Where is Duncan's body ? Macd . Carried to Colmes - kill ; The facred ftorehoufe of his ...
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... means , the worst ; for mine own good , All caufes fhall give way ; I am in blood Stept in fo far , that , fhould I wade no more , Returning Returning were as tedious as go o'er : Strange things 46 A & t 111 . MACBETH .
... means , the worst ; for mine own good , All caufes fhall give way ; I am in blood Stept in fo far , that , fhould I wade no more , Returning Returning were as tedious as go o'er : Strange things 46 A & t 111 . MACBETH .
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... mean ; and fo do they . L. Macd . Poor bird ! thou'dft never fear the net , The pit - fall , nor the gin . [ nór lime , Son . Why fhould I , mother ? Poor birds they are not fet for . My father is not dead for all your faying . L. Mard ...
... mean ; and fo do they . L. Macd . Poor bird ! thou'dft never fear the net , The pit - fall , nor the gin . [ nór lime , Son . Why fhould I , mother ? Poor birds they are not fet for . My father is not dead for all your faying . L. Mard ...
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Page 68 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered...
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Page 25 - Dear Duff, I pr'ythee, contradict thyself, And say, it is not so. Re-enter MACBETH and LENOX. Macb. Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Page 38 - 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.
Page 66 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Page 9 - 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 21 - Infirm of purpose ! Give me the daggers : the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures : 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil.
Page 66 - By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost ; It yearns me not if men my garments wear ; Such outward things dwell not in my desires : But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
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