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1st Witch 2d Witch ATTENDANTS Banquo bear blood Bring Castle Chor comes crown dare death deed Donalbain double dress Drums Duncan Dunsinane Enter MACBETH Exeunt Exit eyes face fail fear Fleance Flourish of Trumpets friends Gates Gent Give goes hand hath hear heart Heaven Hecate highness honour hope horror hour keep King LADY MACBETH LENOX Lightning live look lord Macb Macd Macduff Mach MALCOLM meet mind murder nature night noble Officer once poor present Rosse royal SCENE Scotland seems SEYTON sight sisters Siward sleep soldier speak Spir spirits stand strange sword tell Thane of Cawdor thanks thee There's thine things thou thou art thought Thunder to-night tongue trouble true truth wife woman wood worthy
Page 25 - Who was it that thus cried ? Why, worthy thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think So brainsickly of things : — Go, get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. — Why did you bring these daggers from -the place ? They must lie there : go carry them ; and smear The sleepy grooms with blood.
Page 13 - 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?
Page 19 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
Page 20 - 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.
Page 55 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet, oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Page 40 - I pray you, speak not ; he grows worse and worse ; Question enrages him : at once, good night : — Stand not upon the order of your going, But go at once.
Page 52 - Hell is murky! — Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?
Page 45 - That will never be : Who can impress the forest ; bid the tree Unfix his earth-bound root? sweet bodements! good!
Page 16 - Glamis thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt be What thou art promised : yet do I fear thy nature; \ It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way...