The Plays & Poems of Shakespeare: Macbeth. King John. King Richard the secondH:O. Bohn, 1857 |
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... blood ; Stop up the access and passage to remorse ; That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose , nor keep peace between The effect and it ! Come to my woman's breasts , And take my milk for gall , you murdering ...
... blood ; Stop up the access and passage to remorse ; That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose , nor keep peace between The effect and it ! Come to my woman's breasts , And take my milk for gall , you murdering ...
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... blood those sleepy two Of his own chamber , and used their very daggers , That they have done ' t ? L. Macb . Who dares receive it other , As we shall make our griefs and clamor roar Upon his death ? Macb . I am settled , and bend up ...
... blood those sleepy two Of his own chamber , and used their very daggers , That they have done ' t ? L. Macb . Who dares receive it other , As we shall make our griefs and clamor roar Upon his death ? Macb . I am settled , and bend up ...
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... blood , Which was not so before . - There's no such thing : It is the bloody business , which informs Thus to mine eyes . Now , o'er the one half world Nature seems dead , and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep ; now Witchcraft ...
... blood , Which was not so before . - There's no such thing : It is the bloody business , which informs Thus to mine eyes . Now , o'er the one half world Nature seems dead , and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep ; now Witchcraft ...
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... blood . Macb . I'll go no more : I am afraid to think what I have done ; Look on ' t again , I dare not . L. Macb . Infirm of purpose ! Give me the daggers : the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures : ' tis the eye of childhood ...
... blood . Macb . I'll go no more : I am afraid to think what I have done ; Look on ' t again , I dare not . L. Macb . Infirm of purpose ! Give me the daggers : the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures : ' tis the eye of childhood ...
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... blood is stopp'd ; the very source of it is stopp'd . Macd . Your royal father's murder'd . Mal . O , by whom ? Len . Those of his chamber , as it seem'd , had done ' t : Their hands and faces were all badged with blood ; So were their ...
... blood is stopp'd ; the very source of it is stopp'd . Macd . Your royal father's murder'd . Mal . O , by whom ? Len . Those of his chamber , as it seem'd , had done ' t : Their hands and faces were all badged with blood ; So were their ...
Términos y frases comunes
Angiers arms Arthur Attendants Aumerle Bagot banish'd Banquo BASTARD BISHOP OF CARLISLE Blanch blood Bolingbroke bosom breath Bushy castle cousin crown Dauphin dead death deed doth Duch duke duke of Hereford duke of Norfolk earth England Enter KING Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father Faulconbridge fear Fleance Florish France friends Gaunt gentle give grace grief hand hath hear heart Heaven Hereford hither honor Hubert JAMES GURNEY John of Gaunt KING JOHN KING RICHARD LADY MACBETH land liege live look lord Macb Macd Macduff Madam majesty murder night noble Norfolk Northumberland PANDULPH pardon peace prince Queen Rosse royal Salisbury SCENE SHAK shame sleep Soldiers sorrow soul speak stand sweet sword tears thane thane of Cawdor thee thine thou art thou hast thought tongue traitor uncle Witch words York
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Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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?
Página 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!
Página 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