...Against the use of nature? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings. My thought, whose murther yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state...smother'd in surmise, And nothing is, but what is not. (1.3.130-42) So too Montaigne: It is very likely that the principall credit of visions, of enchantments,...

...horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings. My...smother'd in surmise, And nothing is, but what is not.' (I.3.130) Imagination is a two-edged sword. It can represent a means of constructive and reshaping...

...horrid image doth unfix my hair And make my seated heart knock at my ribs t35 Against the use of nature? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings. My...Shakes so my single state of man that function Is smothered in surmise, and nothing is, t40 But what is not. BANQUO Look how our partner's rapt. MACBETH...

...Against the use of nature? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings: My thought, whose murther yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state...smother'd in surmise, and nothing is But what is not. (1.3.127-42) At this point, the inclination to overleap the present and snatch the future by murdering...

...Cawdor werde, bereits völlig von dem Gedanken eingenommen, König zu werden: My thought, whose murther yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state...smother'd in surmise, And nothing is, but what is not. (Shakespeare, Macbeth, l, 3, 139-142.) Bewertet Maguin bei dieser Textstelle das Heraustreten Macbeths...

...encounter. Indeed, blood (and tears) are often considered signs of the authentic. Act IV: Reconciliation My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes...smother'd in surmise And nothing is but what is not. Macbeth l.3 Scene I: Doubt With both indexical events, Colin and Mark, I came via different routes...

...horrid image doth unfix my hair And make my seated heart knock at my ribs Against the use of nature? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings. My...Shakes so my single state of man that function Is smothered in surmise, and nothing is But what is not. (1. 3. 126-41) Here, at its best, is the Shakespearian...

...Against the use of nature? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings: My thought, whose murther yet is but fantastical. Shakes so my single state...smother'd in surmise, and nothing is But what is not. (1.3.130-42) The rhythmic equivalents audible here differ conspicuously from those of Shakespeare's...

...encounter. Indeed. blood 1and tears1 are often considered signs of the authentic. Act IV: Reconclliation My thought. whose murder yet is but fantastical. Shakes so my single state of man That function is smother' d in surmise And nothing is but what is not. Macbeth 1.3 Scene 1; Doubt With both indexical...

...to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair And make my seated heart knock at my ribs. My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes...smother'd in surmise, and nothing is But what is not. Look, how our partner's rapt. [Aside] 'If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me, without...