The Works of Shakespeare, Volumen6J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... Macd . Why , fee you not ? Roffe . Is't known , who did this more than bloody Deed ? Macd . Thofe , that Macbeth hath flain . Roffe . Alas , the day ! What good could they pretend ? Macd . They were fuborn'd ; Malcolm , and Donalbain ...
... Macd . Why , fee you not ? Roffe . Is't known , who did this more than bloody Deed ? Macd . Thofe , that Macbeth hath flain . Roffe . Alas , the day ! What good could they pretend ? Macd . They were fuborn'd ; Malcolm , and Donalbain ...
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... Macd . WHAT had he done , to make him fly Land ? Roffe . You must have patience , Madam . L. Macd . He had none ; His flight was madness ; when our actions do not , Our fears do make us traitors . Roffe . You know not , Whether it was ...
... Macd . WHAT had he done , to make him fly Land ? Roffe . You must have patience , Madam . L. Macd . He had none ; His flight was madness ; when our actions do not , Our fears do make us traitors . Roffe . You know not , Whether it was ...
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... Macd . Sirrah , your father's dead , [ Exit Roffe . And what will you do now ? how will you live ? Son . As birds do , Mother . L. Macd . What , on worms and flies ? Son . On what I get , I mean ; and fo do they . L. Macd . Poor bird ...
... Macd . Sirrah , your father's dead , [ Exit Roffe . And what will you do now ? how will you live ? Son . As birds do , Mother . L. Macd . What , on worms and flies ? Son . On what I get , I mean ; and fo do they . L. Macd . Poor bird ...
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... Macd . Why , the honest men . Son . Then the liars and fwearers are fools ; for there are liars and fwearers enow to beat the honeft men , and hang up them . L. Macd . God help thee , poor monkey ! but how wilt thou do for a father ...
... Macd . Why , the honest men . Son . Then the liars and fwearers are fools ; for there are liars and fwearers enow to beat the honeft men , and hang up them . L. Macd . God help thee , poor monkey ! but how wilt thou do for a father ...
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... Macd . Let us rather Hold fast the mortal fword ; and , like good men , Bestride our downfal birth - doom : each new morn , New widows howl , new orphans cry ; new forrows Strike heaven on the face , that it refounds As if it felt with ...
... Macd . Let us rather Hold fast the mortal fword ; and , like good men , Bestride our downfal birth - doom : each new morn , New widows howl , new orphans cry ; new forrows Strike heaven on the face , that it refounds As if it felt with ...
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Página 283 - I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
Página 279 - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange -matters: — to beguile the time, Look like the time ; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue : look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it...
Página 280 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Página 277 - 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 459 - If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did it. — Boy ! Auf.
Página 55 - Gallow the very wanderers of the dark, And make them keep their caves: since I was man, Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder, Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never Remember to have heard : man's nature cannot carry The affliction nor the fear.
Página 282 - 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 331 - I have liv'd 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...
Página 289 - 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.
Página 285 - Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the 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.