Chamber's household edition of the dramatic works of William Shakespeare, ed. by R. Carruthers and W. Chambers, Parte34,Volumen9 |
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... mean ? Macb . Still it cried , ' Sleep no more ! ' to all the house : ' Glamis hath murder'd sleep , and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more - Macbeth shall sleep no more ! ' Lady M. Who was it that thus cried ? Why , worthy thane ...
... mean ? Macb . Still it cried , ' Sleep no more ! ' to all the house : ' Glamis hath murder'd sleep , and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more - Macbeth shall sleep no more ! ' Lady M. Who was it that thus cried ? Why , worthy thane ...
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... ope The Lord's anointed temple , and stole thence The life o ' the building ! Macb . What is ' t you say ? the life ? Len . Mean you his majesty ? Macd . Approach the chamber , and destroy your sight SCENE III . ] 33 MACBETH .
... ope The Lord's anointed temple , and stole thence The life o ' the building ! Macb . What is ' t you say ? the life ? Len . Mean you his majesty ? Macd . Approach the chamber , and destroy your sight SCENE III . ] 33 MACBETH .
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... means ! -Then ' tis most like The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth . Macd . He is already nam'd ; and gone to Scone To be invested . Ross . Where is Duncan's body ? Macd . Carried to Colme - kill ; 8 The sacred storehouse of his ...
... means ! -Then ' tis most like The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth . Macd . He is already nam'd ; and gone to Scone To be invested . Ross . Where is Duncan's body ? Macd . Carried to Colme - kill ; 8 The sacred storehouse of his ...
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... means , the worst . For mine own good , All causes shall give way ; 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 ...
... means , the worst . For mine own good , All causes shall give way ; 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 ...
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... mean ; and so do they . L. Macd . Poor bird ! thou'dst never fear the net nor lime , The pit - fall nor the gin . Son . Why should I , mother ? Poor birds they are not set for . My father is not dead , for all your saying . L. Macd ...
... mean ; and so do they . L. Macd . Poor bird ! thou'dst never fear the net nor lime , The pit - fall nor the gin . Son . Why should I , mother ? Poor birds they are not set for . My father is not dead , for all your saying . L. Macd ...
Términos y frases comunes
Aaron Alcib Alcibiades Apem Apemantus Athens Attendants Banquo Bassianus blood Boult brother Cawdor CHIRON Cleon daughter dead death deed Demet DIONYZA dost doth emperor empress Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear feast Flav Fleance fool fortune friends give gods gold Goths grace grief hand hath hear heart heaven Helicanus hither honour king Lady LADY MACBETH Lavinia live look Lord Timon Lucius Lucullus LYSIMACHUS Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff Malcolm Marc Marcus Marina Mitylene murder ne'er never night noble Pericles Poet pray Prince Prince of Tyre queen revenge Rome Ross SATURNINUS SCENE Second Lord Serv Servant Shakespeare shalt shew sleep sons sorrow speak sweet Tamora tears tell Thaisa Thane Tharsus thee There's thine thou art thou hast thyself TIMON OF ATHENS Titus Andronicus tongue Tyre unto villain wife Witch word wouldst
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.