The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, Volum 3D. Appleton & Company, 1872 |
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Side 20
... dead : For slander lives upon succession , For ever hous'd where it once gets possession . Ant . E. You have prevail'd . I will depart in quiet , And , in despite of mirth , mean to be merry . I know a wench of excellent discourse ...
... dead : For slander lives upon succession , For ever hous'd where it once gets possession . Ant . E. You have prevail'd . I will depart in quiet , And , in despite of mirth , mean to be merry . I know a wench of excellent discourse ...
Side 41
... dead man : this pernicious slave , Forsooth , took on him as a conjurer ; And gazing in mine eyes , feeling my pulse , And with no face , as ' twere , outfacing me , Cries out , I was possess'd : then altogether They fell upon me ...
... dead man : this pernicious slave , Forsooth , took on him as a conjurer ; And gazing in mine eyes , feeling my pulse , And with no face , as ' twere , outfacing me , Cries out , I was possess'd : then altogether They fell upon me ...
Side 57
... : -our thane is coming : One of my fellows had the speed of him ; Who , almost dead for breath , had scarcely more Than would make up his message . Lady M. He brings great news . Give him tending SCENE IV . 57 MACBETH .
... : -our thane is coming : One of my fellows had the speed of him ; Who , almost dead for breath , had scarcely more Than would make up his message . Lady M. He brings great news . Give him tending SCENE IV . 57 MACBETH .
Side 63
... dead , and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep ; now witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings ; and wither'd murder , Alarum'd by his sentinel , the wolf , Whose howl's his watch , thus with his stealthy pace , With Tarquin's ...
... dead , and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep ; now witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings ; and wither'd murder , Alarum'd by his sentinel , the wolf , Whose howl's his watch , thus with his stealthy pace , With Tarquin's ...
Side 65
... dead Are but as pictures : ' tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil . If he do bleed , I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal , For it must seem their guilt . [ Exit . Knocking within . Whence is that knocking ? Macb ...
... dead Are but as pictures : ' tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil . If he do bleed , I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal , For it must seem their guilt . [ Exit . Knocking within . Whence is that knocking ? Macb ...
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ANTIPHOLUS arms art thou Aumerle Banquo Bard Bardolph Bast bear blood Boling Bolingbroke breath brother cousin crown Dauphin dead death devil didst Doll doth Dromio Duke Eastcheap England Enter KING EPHESUS Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Falstaff father fear Fleance France French friends Gaunt gentle give grace grief hand Harfleur Harry Harry Percy hath head hear heart heaven hither honour horse Host Lady liege live look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff majesty Master mistress never night noble Northumberland peace Percy Pist Poins pray prince Prince of Wales Re-enter Rich Ross SCENE Shal shalt shame Sir John Sir John Falstaff soldier soul speak stand sweet sword tell Thane thee there's thine thou art thou hast tongue uncle unto villain Westmoreland wife wilt Witch word York
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Side 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.
Side 63 - 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...
Side 54 - 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? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings. My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man That function is smother'd in surmise, And nothing is but what is...
Side 193 - Against infection, and the hand of war ; This happy breed of men, this little world ; This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall, Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands ; This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed, and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, (For Christian service and true chivalry...
Side 68 - 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.
Side 60 - 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.
Side 408 - Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts ; Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor ; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey,...
Side 452 - God's will ! I pray thee, wish not one man more. 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.
Side 173 - 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.
Side 337 - Thou didst swear to me upon a parcel-gilt" goblet, sitting in my Dolphin-chamber, at the round table, by a seacoal fire, on Wednesday in Whitsun-week, when the prince broke thy head for liking his father* to a singing-man of Windsor ; thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me, and make me my lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it ? Did not goodwife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then, and call me gossip Quickly...