Chamber's household edition of the dramatic works of William Shakespeare, ed. by R. Carruthers and W. Chambers, Parte34,Volumen9 |
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... shew that the conflict of good and evil in this world can only take place by the permission of Providence , which converts the curse that individual mortals draw down on their heads into a blessing to others . An accurate scale is ...
... shew that the conflict of good and evil in this world can only take place by the permission of Providence , which converts the curse that individual mortals draw down on their heads into a blessing to others . An accurate scale is ...
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... Shew me , shew me . First Witch . Here I have a pilot's thumb , Wreck'd , as homeward he did come . [ Drum within . Third Witch . A drum , a drum : Macbeth doth come . All . The weird sisters , 12 hand in hand , Posters of the sea and ...
... Shew me , shew me . First Witch . Here I have a pilot's thumb , Wreck'd , as homeward he did come . [ Drum within . Third Witch . A drum , a drum : Macbeth doth come . All . The weird sisters , 12 hand in hand , Posters of the sea and ...
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... shew'd some truth . Macb . I think not of them : Yet , when we can entreat an hour to serve , We would spend it in some words upon that business , If you would grant the time . At your kind'st leisure . Ban . Macb . If you shall cleave ...
... shew'd some truth . Macb . I think not of them : Yet , when we can entreat an hour to serve , We would spend it in some words upon that business , If you would grant the time . At your kind'st leisure . Ban . Macb . If you shall cleave ...
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... shew us to be watchers : -be not lost So poorly in your thoughts . Macb . To know my deed , ' twere best not know myself . [ Knocking . Wake Duncan with thy knocking ! I would thou couldst ! SCENE III . - The same . Enter a Porter ...
... shew us to be watchers : -be not lost So poorly in your thoughts . Macb . To know my deed , ' twere best not know myself . [ Knocking . Wake Duncan with thy knocking ! I would thou couldst ! SCENE III . - The same . Enter a Porter ...
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... shew an unfelt sorrow is an office Which the false man does easy : I'll to England . Don . To Ireland , I ; our separated fortune Shall keep us both the safer : where we are , There's daggers in men's smiles : the near in blood , The ...
... shew an unfelt sorrow is an office Which the false man does easy : I'll to England . Don . To Ireland , I ; our separated fortune Shall keep us both the safer : where we are , There's daggers in men's smiles : the near in blood , The ...
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
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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.