Shakespere's Works, Volume 10D. Appleton, 1897 |
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... Exit Sergeant , attended . Enter Ross . The worthy Thane of Ross . Len . What haste looks through his eyes ! So should he look That seems to speak things strange . Ross . God save the king ! From Fife , great king ; Dun . Whence cam'st ...
... Exit Sergeant , attended . Enter Ross . The worthy Thane of Ross . Len . What haste looks through his eyes ! So should he look That seems to speak things strange . Ross . God save the king ! From Fife , great king ; Dun . Whence cam'st ...
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... Exit . Dun . True , worthy Banquo ; he is full so valiant , And in his commendations I am fed ; It is a banquet to me . Let ' s after him , Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome : It is a peerless kinsman . Flourish . Exeunt ...
... Exit . Dun . True , worthy Banquo ; he is full so valiant , And in his commendations I am fed ; It is a banquet to me . Let ' s after him , Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome : It is a peerless kinsman . Flourish . Exeunt ...
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... Exit Messenger . The raven himself is hoarse 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 ...
... Exit Messenger . The raven himself is hoarse 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 ...
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... Exit Servant . Is this a dagger which I see before me , The handle toward my hand ? Come , let me clutch thee : I have thee not , and yet I see thee still . Art thou not , fatal vision , sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but ...
... Exit Servant . Is this a dagger which I see before me , The handle toward my hand ? Come , let me clutch thee : I have thee not , and yet I see thee still . Art thou not , fatal vision , sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but ...
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... Exit . SCENE II . - The Same . Enter Lady MАСВЕТН . Lady M. That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold , What hath quench'd them hath given me fire . Hark ! Peace ! It was the owl that shriek'd , the fatal bellman , Which gives ...
... Exit . SCENE II . - The Same . Enter Lady MАСВЕТН . Lady M. That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold , What hath quench'd them hath given me fire . Hark ! Peace ! It was the owl that shriek'd , the fatal bellman , Which gives ...
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Alack Banquo better blood Castle Cawdor Cordelia Corn daughter dead dear death Doct dost thou doth duke Duke of Cornwall EDGAR Edmund Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear fellow Fleance Fool Fortinbras foul Gent gentleman Ghost give Glou Gloucester GONERIL grace Guil GUILDENSTERN Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour Horatio Kent king knave Lady Laer Laertes Lear look lord Macb Macd Macduff Mach madam majesty matter mother murder nature night noble Norway nuncle o'er Ophelia poison'd POLONIUS poor pray Prithee Queen Re-enter Regan ROSENCRANTZ ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN Ross SCENE Second Witch Servants sister SIWARD sleep soul speak sweet sword tell Thane thee There's thine thing Third Witch thou art thou hast thought to-night tongue trumpet villain would'st
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Page 201 - tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all.
Page 136 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, — puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Page 205 - Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me. If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.
Page 139 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Page 99 - t that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice : Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy: For the apparel oft proclaims the man ; And they in France of the best rank and station Are most select and generous chief in that. Neither a borrower nor a lender be : For loan oft loses both itself and friend; And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all, — to thine...
Page 21 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Page 17 - He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
Page 19 - Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck ; and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me ; I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn, As you have done to this.
Page 102 - Ham. Angels and ministers of grace defend us ! Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from Heaven, or blasts from Hell, Be thy intents wicked, or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee.
Page 169 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? A beast, no more! Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and godlike reason To fust in us unus'd. Now, whether it be Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple Of thinking too precisely on th...