The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fuseli, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, from the Most Eminent Commentators; a History of the Stage, a Life of Shakespeare, &c. by Alexander Chalmers, Volumen4 |
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Página 349
Macd . Was it so late , friend , ere you went to bed , That you do lie so late ? Port .
' Faith , sir , we were carousing till the second cock : 3 and drink , sir , is a great
provoker of three things . Macd . What three things does drink especially provoke
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Macd . Was it so late , friend , ere you went to bed , That you do lie so late ? Port .
' Faith , sir , we were carousing till the second cock : 3 and drink , sir , is a great
provoker of three things . Macd . What three things does drink especially provoke
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Página 356
Macd . Why , see you not ? Rosse . Is ' t known , who did this more than bloody
deed ? Macd . Those that Macbeth hath slain . Rosse . Alas , the day ! What good
could they pretend ? 3 They were suborn ' d : Malcolm , and Donalbain , the king
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Macd . Why , see you not ? Rosse . Is ' t known , who did this more than bloody
deed ? Macd . Those that Macbeth hath slain . Rosse . Alas , the day ! What good
could they pretend ? 3 They were suborn ' d : Malcolm , and Donalbain , the king
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Página 387
L . Macd . Sirrah , your father ' s 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 . L . Macd . Poor bird ! thou ' dst never
fear ...
L . Macd . Sirrah , your father ' s 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 . L . Macd . Poor bird ! thou ' dst never
fear ...
Página 396
Macd . O , relation , Too nice , and yet too true ! Mal . What is the newest grief ?
Rosse . That of an hour ' s age doth hiss the speaker ; Each minute teems a new
one . Macd . How does my wife ? Rosse . Why , well . Macd . And all my children
?
Macd . O , relation , Too nice , and yet too true ! Mal . What is the newest grief ?
Rosse . That of an hour ' s age doth hiss the speaker ; Each minute teems a new
one . Macd . How does my wife ? Rosse . Why , well . Macd . And all my children
?
Página 397
Macd . What concern they ? The general cause ? or is it a fee - grief , Due to
some single breast ? Rosse . No mind , that ' s honest , But in it shares some woe
; though the inain part Pertains to you alone . Macd . If it be mine , Keep it not from
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Macd . What concern they ? The general cause ? or is it a fee - grief , Due to
some single breast ? Rosse . No mind , that ' s honest , But in it shares some woe
; though the inain part Pertains to you alone . Macd . If it be mine , Keep it not from
...
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Attendants Banquo bear better Bianca blood bring Camillo comes daughter death doth Dromio Enter Exeunt Exit face fair father fear fellow give gone Gremio hand hast hath head hear heart heaven hence hold honour husband I'll Johnson Kath keep king knock Lady leave Leon live look lord Lucentio Macb Macbeth Macd marry master means mind mistress murder nature never night once Paul Petruchio play poor pray present queen rest Rosse SCENE seems sense Serv Servant Shakspeare signior sister sleep speak stand stay STEEVENS sweet tell thank thee There's thing thou thou art thought Tranio true unto wife Witch
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Página 365 - 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.
Página 369 - Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear: the times have been, That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools: this is more strange Than such a murder is.
Página 377 - 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 owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble; 20 Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Third Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches...
Página 343 - Now o'er the one half-world Nature seems 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 ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.
Página 181 - You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock ; And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race ; This is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather : but The art itself is nature.
Página 323 - 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...
Página 370 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! Let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with.
Página 329 - And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
Página 166 - I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty; or that youth would sleep out the rest : for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.
Página 342 - 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...
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| Título | The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fuseli, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, from the Most Eminent Commentators; a ..., Volumen4 The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fuseli, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, from the Most Eminent Commentators; a History of the Stage, a Life of Shakespeare, &c. by Alexander Chalmers, William Shakespeare |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Ilustrado por | Henry Fuseli |
| Editor | F.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
| Procedencia del original | Biblioteca Pública de Nueva York |
| Digitalizado | 30 Dic. 2006 |
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