The Plays & Poems of Shakespeare: Macbeth. King John. King Richard the secondH:O. Bohn, 1857 |
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... Strong both against the deed ; then , as his host , Who should against his murderer shut the door , Not bear the knife myself . Besides , this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek , hath been So clear in his great office , that his ...
... Strong both against the deed ; then , as his host , Who should against his murderer shut the door , Not bear the knife myself . Besides , this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek , hath been So clear in his great office , that his ...
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... strong for him , though he took up my legs some- time , yet I made a shift to cast him . Macd . Is thy master stirring ? — Our knocking has awaked him ; here he comes . Enter МАСВЕТН . Len . Good - morrow , noble sir ! Macb . Good ...
... strong for him , though he took up my legs some- time , yet I made a shift to cast him . Macd . Is thy master stirring ? — Our knocking has awaked him ; here he comes . Enter МАСВЕТН . Len . Good - morrow , noble sir ! Macb . Good ...
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... strong sorrow Look to the lady : - [ Lady Macbeth is carried out . And when we have our naked frailties hid , That suffer in exposure , let us meet , And question this most bloody piece of work , To know it farther . Fears and scruples ...
... strong sorrow Look to the lady : - [ Lady Macbeth is carried out . And when we have our naked frailties hid , That suffer in exposure , let us meet , And question this most bloody piece of work , To know it farther . Fears and scruples ...
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... strong themselves by ill So , pr'ythee , go with me . [ Exeunt . SCENE III . The same . A park or lawn , with a gate leading to the palace . Enter THREE MURDERERS . 1 Mur . But who did bid thee join with us ? 3 Mur . Macbeth . 2 Mur ...
... strong themselves by ill So , pr'ythee , go with me . [ Exeunt . SCENE III . The same . A park or lawn , with a gate leading to the palace . Enter THREE MURDERERS . 1 Mur . But who did bid thee join with us ? 3 Mur . Macbeth . 2 Mur ...
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... strong knots of love ) Without leave - taking ? —I pray you , Let not my jealousies be your dishonors , But mine own safeties . Whatever I shall think . Macd . You may be rightly just , Bleed , bleed , poor country ! Great tyranny , lay ...
... strong knots of love ) Without leave - taking ? —I pray you , Let not my jealousies be your dishonors , But mine own safeties . Whatever I shall think . Macd . You may be rightly just , Bleed , bleed , poor country ! Great tyranny , lay ...
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