The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, 8 tomasG. Bell, 1875 |
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... Gent . That , sir , which I will not report after her . Doct . You may , to me ; and ' tis most meet you should . Gent . Neither to you , nor any one ; having no wit- ness to confirm my speech . Enter LADY MACBETH , with a Taper . Lo ...
... Gent . That , sir , which I will not report after her . Doct . You may , to me ; and ' tis most meet you should . Gent . Neither to you , nor any one ; having no wit- ness to confirm my speech . Enter LADY MACBETH , with a Taper . Lo ...
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William Shakespeare. Gent . Ay , but their sense is shut1 . Doct . What is it she does now ? Look , how she rubs her hands . Gent . It is an accustomed action with her , to seem thus washing her hands ; I have known her continue in this ...
William Shakespeare. Gent . Ay , but their sense is shut1 . Doct . What is it she does now ? Look , how she rubs her hands . Gent . It is an accustomed action with her , to seem thus washing her hands ; I have known her continue in this ...
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... Gent . I would not have such a heart in my bosom , for the dignity of the whole body . Doct . Well , well , well . Gent . ' Pray God , it be , sir . Doct . This disease is beyond my practice : Yet I have known those which have walked in ...
... Gent . I would not have such a heart in my bosom , for the dignity of the whole body . Doct . Well , well , well . Gent . ' Pray God , it be , sir . Doct . This disease is beyond my practice : Yet I have known those which have walked in ...
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... Gent . Good night , good doctor . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . The Country near Dunsinane . Enter with Drum and Colours , Menteth , CatHNESS , ANGUS , LENOX , and Soldiers . Ment . The English power is near , led on by Mal- colm , His uncle ...
... Gent . Good night , good doctor . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . The Country near Dunsinane . Enter with Drum and Colours , Menteth , CatHNESS , ANGUS , LENOX , and Soldiers . Ment . The English power is near , led on by Mal- colm , His uncle ...
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... Gent . Save yourself , my lord ; The ocean , overpeering of his list , Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste , Than young Laertes , in a riotous head , O'erbears your officers ! The rabble call him lord ; And , as the world were ...
... Gent . Save yourself , my lord ; The ocean , overpeering of his list , Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste , Than young Laertes , in a riotous head , O'erbears your officers ! The rabble call him lord ; And , as the world were ...
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The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, 8 tomas William Shakespeare,William Harness Visos knygos peržiūra - 1830 |
The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, 8 tomas William Shakespeare,William Harness Visos knygos peržiūra - 1830 |
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Banquo blood called Cordelia Corn Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Denmark devil dost doth Edgar Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fleance folio reads Fool Gent gentleman Gentlemen of Verona Ghost give Gloster Goneril grace grief Guil Hamlet hand hast hath hear heart heaven Hecate Holinshed honour Horatio is't Julius Cæsar Kent King Henry King Lear knave Lady Laer Laertes Lear letter look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff madam Malone means murder nature night noble old copy reads omitted Ophelia Othello passage play poet poison'd POLONIUS poor pray quarto of 1603 quartos read Queen Regan Rosse SCENE sense Shakespeare signifies sister sleep soul speak speech spirit Steevens Stew sword tell thane thee There's thine thing thought villain Winter's Tale Witch word
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17 psl. - 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...
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251 psl. - Of thinking too precisely on the event, A thought which quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward, I do not know Why yet I live to say ' This thing's to do;' Sith I have cause and will and strength and means To do't.
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209 psl. - ... accent of christians, nor the gait of christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted, and bellowed, that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
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