Macbeth. King JohnPrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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... suppose one familiar calling with the voice of a cat , and another with the croaking of a toad . Again , in Newes from Scotland , & c . ( a pamphlet , of which the reader will find the entire title in a future note on this play ) ...
... suppose one familiar calling with the voice of a cat , and another with the croaking of a toad . Again , in Newes from Scotland , & c . ( a pamphlet , of which the reader will find the entire title in a future note on this play ) ...
9 psl.
... suppose to have been coined by Shak- spere , is used by Spenser , in a sonnet to lord Buck- hurst , prefixed to his Pastorals , 1579 : In vaine I thinke , right honourable lord , 66 By this rude rime to memorize thy name . WARTON . 62 ...
... suppose to have been coined by Shak- spere , is used by Spenser , in a sonnet to lord Buck- hurst , prefixed to his Pastorals , 1579 : In vaine I thinke , right honourable lord , 66 By this rude rime to memorize thy name . WARTON . 62 ...
46 psl.
... suppose the meaning to be - We would over - leap , we would make no account of the life to come . Autolycus in The Winter's Tale : " For the life to come , I sleep out the thought of it . " 445 . -This even - handed justice ] Our poet ...
... suppose the meaning to be - We would over - leap , we would make no account of the life to come . Autolycus in The Winter's Tale : " For the life to come , I sleep out the thought of it . " 445 . -This even - handed justice ] Our poet ...
49 psl.
... suppose this line defective . There is certainly no- thing wanting . Sworn was used as a dissyllable . MALONE . 501. But screw your courage to the sticking - place , ] This is a metaphor from an engine formed by me- This A & 1 . 49 ...
... suppose this line defective . There is certainly no- thing wanting . Sworn was used as a dissyllable . MALONE . 501. But screw your courage to the sticking - place , ] This is a metaphor from an engine formed by me- This A & 1 . 49 ...
67 psl.
... suppose ) of the old French dresses ; " Men's hose answered in length to their short - skirted doublets ; being made close to their limbes , wherein they had no meanes for pockets . And Withers , in his satire Gij satire against vanity ...
... suppose ) of the old French dresses ; " Men's hose answered in length to their short - skirted doublets ; being made close to their limbes , wherein they had no meanes for pockets . And Withers , in his satire Gij satire against vanity ...
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ancient Angiers arms Arth Arthur Aust Banquo Beaumont and Fletcher Ben Jonson Blanch blood breath calf's-skin Const Constance curse Cymbeline Dauphin dead death deed devil doth Duncan edition England Enter MACBETH Exeunt eyes Faery Queen father Faulc FAULCONBRIDGE fear Fleance folio France give grief hand hast hath hear heart heaven Hecate HENLEY Henry VI Holinshed Honest Whore honour Hubert JOHNSON Julius Cæsar King Henry King John Lady Lewis look lord Macd Macduff majesty Malcolm MALONE means Melun murder night noble o'er old copy Pand passage peace Pemb perfect spy Phil Philip play Pope prince Queen Richard Rosse SCENE Scotland seems sense Shakspere Shakspere's shalt shew signifies sleep soul speak spirits STEEVENS thane thane of Cawdor thee Theobald There's thine things thou art thought tongue unto WARBURTON Witch word
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22 psl. - 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.
63 psl. - 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.
99 psl. - And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd That palter with us in a double sense, That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope. I'll not fight with thee. Macd. Then yield thee, coward, And live to be the show and gaze o
27 psl. - 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...
60 psl. - I am in blood Stept 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 be acted, ere they may be scann'd.
51 psl. - But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly: better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our place, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave ; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further.
27 psl. - We'd jump the life to come. But in these cases We still have judgment here ; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor ; this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips.
18 psl. - 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 ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, that function Is smother'd in surmise; and nothing is, But what is not.
23 psl. - Than wishest should be undone.' Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear ; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
66 psl. - I conjure you, by that which you profess, (Howe'er you come to know it,) answer me : Though you untie the winds, and let them fight Against the churches ; though the yesty waves Confound and swallow navigation up; Though bladed corn be lodg'd, and trees blown down; Though castles topple on their warders...