The Works of Shakespeare: The tragedy of Macbeth ; The tragedy of Hamlet ; The tragedy of King LearJ. M. Dent & Company, 1900 - Rare book genre terms |
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... grace and great prediction Of noble having and of royal hope , That he seems rapt withal : to me you speak not : If you can look into the seeds of time , And say which grain will grow and which will not , Speak then to me , who neither ...
... grace and great prediction Of noble having and of royal hope , That he seems rapt withal : to me you speak not : If you can look into the seeds of time , And say which grain will grow and which will not , Speak then to me , who neither ...
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... grace is dead ; The wine of life is drawn , and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of . 100 Enter Malcolm and Donalbain . Don . What is amiss ? You are , and do not know't : Macb . The spring , the head , the fountain of your ...
... grace is dead ; The wine of life is drawn , and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of . 100 Enter Malcolm and Donalbain . Don . What is amiss ? You are , and do not know't : Macb . The spring , the head , the fountain of your ...
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... for mischance ! His absence , sir , Lays blame upon his promise . Please ' t your highness To grace us with your royal company . Macb . The table's full . Len . Macb . Where ? Here is a place Act III . Sc . iv . THE TRAGEDY OF.
... for mischance ! His absence , sir , Lays blame upon his promise . Please ' t your highness To grace us with your royal company . Macb . The table's full . Len . Macb . Where ? Here is a place Act III . Sc . iv . THE TRAGEDY OF.
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... grace and fear : And you all know security Is mortals ' chiefest enemy . [ Music and a song within : Come " away , come away , ' & c . Hark ! I am call'd ; my little spirit , 10 D MACBETH Act III . Sc . v . To trade and traffic with ...
... grace and fear : And you all know security Is mortals ' chiefest enemy . [ Music and a song within : Come " away , come away , ' & c . Hark ! I am call'd ; my little spirit , 10 D MACBETH Act III . Sc . v . To trade and traffic with ...
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... grace That the malevolence of fortune nothing Takes from his high respect . Thither Macduff Is gone to pray the holy king , upon his aid To wake Northumberland and warlike Siward : That by the help of these , with Him above To ratify ...
... grace That the malevolence of fortune nothing Takes from his high respect . Thither Macduff Is gone to pray the holy king , upon his aid To wake Northumberland and warlike Siward : That by the help of these , with Him above To ratify ...
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Page 11 - The effect and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your 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, To cry ' Hold, hold !
Page 18 - What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her/ What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have/ He would drown the stage with tears And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Page 10 - 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...
Page 38 - Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day, And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale ! Light thickens, and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood : Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Page 18 - Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. 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 73 - Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now. 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 18 - 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 into 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 49 - WITCH. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and howlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Page 11 - 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.
Page 18 - O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit...