The Complete Works of Shakspeare, Revised from the Best Authorities : with a Memoir, and Essay on His Genius, Volum 1Jewett, 1857 |
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... dead , and wicked dreams abuse The curtained sleep ; now witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings ; and withered murder , Alarumed by his sentinel , the wolf , Whose howl's his watch , thus with his stealthy pace , Would spend it ...
... dead , and wicked dreams abuse The curtained sleep ; now witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings ; and withered murder , Alarumed by his sentinel , the wolf , Whose howl's his watch , thus with his stealthy pace , Would spend it ...
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... dead ; The wine of life is drawn , and the mere lees Macd . O horror ! horror ! horror ! Tongue , nor Is left this vault to brag of . heart , Cannot conceive , nor name thee ! What's the matter ? Enter MALCOLM and DONALBAIN . Don . What ...
... dead ; The wine of life is drawn , and the mere lees Macd . O horror ! horror ! horror ! Tongue , nor Is left this vault to brag of . heart , Cannot conceive , nor name thee ! What's the matter ? Enter MALCOLM and DONALBAIN . Don . What ...
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... dead , Whom we , to gain our place , have sent to peace , Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy . Duncan is in his grave ; After life's fitful fever , he sleeps well ; Treason has done his worst : nor steel , nor ...
... dead , Whom we , to gain our place , have sent to peace , Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy . Duncan is in his grave ; After life's fitful fever , he sleeps well ; Treason has done his worst : nor steel , nor ...
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... dead : And the right - valiant Banquo walked too late ; Whom , you may say , if it please your Fleance killed , For Fleance fled . Men must not walk too late ; Who cannot want the thought , how monstrous It was for Malcolm and for ...
... dead : And the right - valiant Banquo walked too late ; Whom , you may say , if it please your Fleance killed , For Fleance fled . Men must not walk too late ; Who cannot want the thought , how monstrous It was for Malcolm and for ...
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... dead : And what will you do now ? how will you live ? Son . As birds do , mother . L. Macd . What , with worms and flies ? Son . With what I get , I mean ; and so do they . net , nor lime , The pit - fall , 24 ACT IV . SCENE II . MACBETH .
... dead : And what will you do now ? how will you live ? Son . As birds do , mother . L. Macd . What , with worms and flies ? Son . With what I get , I mean ; and so do they . net , nor lime , The pit - fall , 24 ACT IV . SCENE II . MACBETH .
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1st Cit Achilles Ajax Antony Apem Apemantus art thou Banquo bear blood Brutus Cæs Cæsar Casca Cassio Cleo Cominius Coriolanus Cres CYMBELINE daughter dead dear death Desdemona Diomed dost doth Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes Farewell father fear fool fortune friends give gods GUIDERIUS Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven Hector honor Iach Iago Kent King knave lady Lear live look lord Macb Macbeth Macd madam Marcius matter ne'er never night noble Nurse Othello Pandarus Patroclus Pisa play PLUTARCH POLONIUS Pompey poor pr'y thee pray Queen Roman Rome Romeo Scene Serv Servant Shakspeare shew soul speak stand sweet sword tell There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Timon Troilus true Tybalt unto villain What's wife word
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Side 492 - I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Side 492 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit...
Side 160 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed, that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Side 490 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; •> I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; \ So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you, Caesar was ambitious: If it were so, it was a grievous fault; And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it.
Side 264 - tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
Side 308 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that when we are sick in fortune — often the surfeit of our own behaviour — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon and the stars : as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion ; knaves, thieves and treachers, by spherical predominance ; drunkards, liars and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence ; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on...
Side 176 - Give me leave. Here lies the water ; good : here stands the man ; good : If the man go to this water, and drown himself, it is, will he, nill he, he goes ; mark you that ? but if the water come to him, and drown him, he drowns not himself: argal, he that is not guilty of his own death, shortens not his own life. 2 Clo. But is this law ? 1 Clo. Ay, marry is 't ; crowner's-quest law. 2 Clo. Will you ha...
Side 348 - The weight of this sad time we must obey ; Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most : we, that are young, Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
Side 364 - Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience, I will a round...
Side 404 - No more of that : — I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am : nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice : then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely, but too well ; Of one not easily jealous, but, being wrought, Perplexed in the extreme...