The Plays & Poems of Shakespeare: Macbeth. King John. King Richard the secondH:O. Bohn, 1857 |
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... uncle Siward , and the good Macduff . Revenges burn in them : for their dear causes Would , to the bleeding , and the grim alarm , Excite the mortified man.o Ang . Near Birnam wood Shall we well meet them ; that way are they coming ...
... uncle Siward , and the good Macduff . Revenges burn in them : for their dear causes Would , to the bleeding , and the grim alarm , Excite the mortified man.o Ang . Near Birnam wood Shall we well meet them ; that way are they coming ...
Page 106
... uncle , Shall , with my cousin , your right - noble son , Lead our first battle : worthy Macduff , and we , Shall take upon us what else remains to do , According to our order . Siw . Fare you well.— Do we but find the tyrant's power to ...
... uncle , Shall , with my cousin , your right - noble son , Lead our first battle : worthy Macduff , and we , Shall take upon us what else remains to do , According to our order . Siw . Fare you well.— Do we but find the tyrant's power to ...
Page 117
... uncle to the custody of one Hubert , with secret orders to put him to death . Softened by the inno- cence and entreaties of the youth , Hubert ventures to dis- obey the cruel mandate ; Arthur loses his life in an endeavor to effect his ...
... uncle to the custody of one Hubert , with secret orders to put him to death . Softened by the inno- cence and entreaties of the youth , Hubert ventures to dis- obey the cruel mandate ; Arthur loses his life in an endeavor to effect his ...
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... uncle , English John . Embrace him , love him , give him welcome hither . Ar . God shall forgive you Coeur - de - lion's death , The rather , that you give his offspring life , Shadowing their right under your wings of war . I give you ...
... uncle , English John . Embrace him , love him , give him welcome hither . Ar . God shall forgive you Coeur - de - lion's death , The rather , that you give his offspring life , Shadowing their right under your wings of war . I give you ...
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... uncle's will , in this respect , is mine : If he see aught in you , that makes him like , That any thing he sees , which moves his liking , I can with ease translate it to my will ; Or , if you will , ( to speak more properly ) I will ...
... uncle's will , in this respect , is mine : If he see aught in you , that makes him like , That any thing he sees , which moves his liking , I can with ease translate it to my will ; Or , if you will , ( to speak more properly ) I will ...
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Page 228 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
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...
Page 27 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
Page 66 - I am in blood Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er. Strange things I have in head that will to hand, Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.
Page 14 - 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 beg, nor fear, Your favours, nor your hate.
Page 184 - Have you the heart ? When your head did but ache, I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had ; a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again ; And with my hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief...
Page 100 - 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 33 - 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?
Page 298 - To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!
Page 28 - Was the hope drunk Wherein you dress'd yourself? Hath it slept since? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would," Like the poor cat i