Chamber's household edition of the dramatic works of William Shakespeare, ed. by R. Carruthers and W. Chambers, Parte34,Volumen9 |
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... Third Witch . That will be ere the set of sun . First Witch . Where the place ? Second Witch . Upon the heath : Third Witch . There to meet with great Macbeth.2 First Witch . I come , Graymalkin ! 3 Second Witch . Paddock calls : -anon ...
... Third Witch . That will be ere the set of sun . First Witch . Where the place ? Second Witch . Upon the heath : Third Witch . There to meet with great Macbeth.2 First Witch . I come , Graymalkin ! 3 Second Witch . Paddock calls : -anon ...
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... Third Witch . Sister , where thou ? First Witch . A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her lap , And mounch'd , and mounch'd , and mounch'd : - ' Give me , ' quoth I : ' Aroint thee , witch ! '11 the rump - fed ronyon cries . Her husband's ...
... Third Witch . Sister , where thou ? First Witch . A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her lap , And mounch'd , and mounch'd , and mounch'd : - ' Give me , ' quoth I : ' Aroint thee , witch ! '11 the rump - fed ronyon cries . Her husband's ...
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... Third Witch . A drum , a drum : Macbeth doth come . All . The weird sisters , 12 hand in hand , Posters of the sea and land , Thus do go about , about ; Thrice to thine , and thrice to mine , And thrice again , to make up nine : Peace ...
... Third Witch . A drum , a drum : Macbeth doth come . All . The weird sisters , 12 hand in hand , Posters of the sea and land , Thus do go about , about ; Thrice to thine , and thrice to mine , And thrice again , to make up nine : Peace ...
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... Third Witch . All hail , Macbeth ! that shalt be king hereafter ! Ban . Good sir , why do you start ; and seem to ... Third Witch . Hail ! First Witch . Lesser than Macbeth , and greater . Second Witch . Not so happy , yet much happier ...
... Third Witch . All hail , Macbeth ! that shalt be king hereafter ! Ban . Good sir , why do you start ; and seem to ... Third Witch . Hail ! First Witch . Lesser than Macbeth , and greater . Second Witch . Not so happy , yet much happier ...
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... than our new ! Ross . Farewell , father . Old M. God's benison go with you , and with those That would make good of bad , and friends of foes ! [ Exeunt . I RiAISWELLE Third Mur . ' Tis he . First 38 [ ACT IL MACBETH .
... than our new ! Ross . Farewell , father . Old M. God's benison go with you , and with those That would make good of bad , and friends of foes ! [ Exeunt . I RiAISWELLE Third Mur . ' Tis he . First 38 [ ACT IL MACBETH .
Términos y frases comunes
Aaron Andronicus Apem arms Attendants Banquo bear better blood bring brother comes daughter dead death deed dost doth ears emperor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair father fear Fish fool fortune friends give gods gold Goths grace hand hast hath head hear heart heaven honour I'll keep kind king Lady Lavinia leave live look lord Lucius Macb Macbeth Macd Marc Marcus master means mind murder nature never night noble Pain peace Pericles play Poet poor pray present Prince queen rest Rome Ross SCENE Second Senators Serv Servant shew sleep sons sorrow speak stand sweet Tamora tears tell thank thee There's thine things Third thou art thought Timon Titus tongue true unto wife Witch
Pasajes populares
Página 14 - I' the name of truth, Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner You greet with present grace, and great prediction Of noble having, and of royal hope, That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not: 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 16 - 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 29 - Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep : 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 — Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my where-about, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Página 23 - Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels trumpet-tongued against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Página 20 - It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way : thou wouldst be great ; Art not without ambition ; but without The illness should attend it : what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily ; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win : thou'dst have, great Glamis, That which cries " Thus thou must do, if thou have it ; And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone.
Página 57 - 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, Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf : Witches...
Página 22 - By his loved mansionry that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed The air is delicate.
Página 17 - Implored your highness' pardon and set forth A deep repentance : nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it ; he died As one that had been studied in his death, To throw away the dearest thing he owed* As 'twere a careless trifle.
Página 31 - Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep ; Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast ;— Lady M.
Página 19 - For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.