The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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... such a one to reign . Macd . Boundless intemperance In nature is a tyranny : it hath been The untimely emptying of the happy throne , And fall of many kings . But fear not yet To take upon you what is yours : you may Convey your ...
... such a one to reign . Macd . Boundless intemperance In nature is a tyranny : it hath been The untimely emptying of the happy throne , And fall of many kings . But fear not yet To take upon you what is yours : you may Convey your ...
Page 63
... Such welcome and unwelcome things at once , ' Tis hard to reconcile . Enter a Doctor . Mal . Well ; more anon . - Comes the king forth , I pray you ? Doft . Ay , fir : there are a crew of wretched fouls , That That stay his cure : their ...
... Such welcome and unwelcome things at once , ' Tis hard to reconcile . Enter a Doctor . Mal . Well ; more anon . - Comes the king forth , I pray you ? Doft . Ay , fir : there are a crew of wretched fouls , That That stay his cure : their ...
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... Such fanctity hath heaven given his hand , They presently amend . Mal . I thank you , doctor . [ Exit Doctor . Macd . What's the disease he means ? Mal . ' Tis call'd the evil : A most miraculous work in this good king ; Which often ...
... Such fanctity hath heaven given his hand , They presently amend . Mal . I thank you , doctor . [ Exit Doctor . Macd . What's the disease he means ? Mal . ' Tis call'd the evil : A most miraculous work in this good king ; Which often ...
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... such things were , That were most precious to me . - Did heaven look on , And would not take their part ? Sinful Macduff , They were all struck for thee ! naught that I am , Not for their own demerits , but for mine , Fell slaughter on ...
... such things were , That were most precious to me . - Did heaven look on , And would not take their part ? Sinful Macduff , They were all struck for thee ! naught that I am , Not for their own demerits , but for mine , Fell slaughter on ...
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... Such a one Am I to fear , or none . Enter young SIWARD . Thou'lt be afraid to hear it . Yo . Siw . What is thy name ? Macb . Yo . Siw . No ; though thou call'ft thyself a hotter name Than any is in hell . Macb . My name's Macbeth . Yo ...
... Such a one Am I to fear , or none . Enter young SIWARD . Thou'lt be afraid to hear it . Yo . Siw . What is thy name ? Macb . Yo . Siw . No ; though thou call'ft thyself a hotter name Than any is in hell . Macb . My name's Macbeth . Yo ...
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Page 73 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Page 21 - 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 whereabout, And take the present horror from the time Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives: Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. [A bell rings. I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
Page 16 - 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; And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Page 49 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Page 91 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Page 55 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Page 16 - 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 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: — I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not , fatal vision , sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Page 23 - How is't with me, when every noise appals me ? What hands are here ? ha ! they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand ? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
Page 16 - 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...