Works, Containing His Plays and Poems: To which is Added a Glossary, 3 tomasG.G. & J. Robinson, R. Faulder, B. & J. White, J. Edwards, T. Payne, Jun. J. Walker, & J. Anderson, 1797 |
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... fame tune , and words . Who's here ? Enter ROSSE and ANGUS . ROSSE . The king hath happily receiv'd , Macbeth , The news of thy fuccefs : and when he reads Thy personal venture in the rebels ' fight , His wonders and his praises do ...
... fame tune , and words . Who's here ? Enter ROSSE and ANGUS . ROSSE . The king hath happily receiv'd , Macbeth , The news of thy fuccefs : and when he reads Thy personal venture in the rebels ' fight , His wonders and his praises do ...
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... fame . Before the Caftle . [ Exeunt . Hautboys . Servants of MACBETH attending . Enter DUNCAN , MALCOLM , DONALBAIN , BANQUO , LENOX , MACDUFF , ROSSE , ANGUS , and Attendants . DUN . This castle hath a pleasant feat ; the air Nimbly ...
... fame . Before the Caftle . [ Exeunt . Hautboys . Servants of MACBETH attending . Enter DUNCAN , MALCOLM , DONALBAIN , BANQUO , LENOX , MACDUFF , ROSSE , ANGUS , and Attendants . DUN . This castle hath a pleasant feat ; the air Nimbly ...
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... fame . A Room in the Caftle . Hautboys and torches . Enter , and pass over the stage , a fewer , and divers fervants with dishes and fervice . Then enter MACBETH . MACB . If it were done , when ' tis done , then ' twere well It were ...
... fame . A Room in the Caftle . Hautboys and torches . Enter , and pass over the stage , a fewer , and divers fervants with dishes and fervice . Then enter MACBETH . MACB . If it were done , when ' tis done , then ' twere well It were ...
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... fame in thine own act and valour , As thou art in defire ? Would't thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life , And live a coward in thine own efteem ; Letting I dare not wait upon I would , Like the poor cat i ' the adage ...
... fame in thine own act and valour , As thou art in defire ? Would't thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life , And live a coward in thine own efteem ; Letting I dare not wait upon I would , Like the poor cat i ' the adage ...
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... fame . Court within the Caftle . Enter BAN QUO , and FLEANCE ; and a Servant with a torch before them . BAN . HOW goes the night , boy ? FLE . The moon is down ; I have not heard the clock . BAN . And fhe goes down at twelve . FLE . I ...
... fame . Court within the Caftle . Enter BAN QUO , and FLEANCE ; and a Servant with a torch before them . BAN . HOW goes the night , boy ? FLE . The moon is down ; I have not heard the clock . BAN . And fhe goes down at twelve . FLE . I ...
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Works, Containing His Plays and Poems To which is Added a Glossary, 3 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1797 |
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39 psl. - s to be done ? Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day, And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale ! Light thickens, and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood : Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
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19 psl. - Like the poor cat i' the adage? MACB. Prithee, peace. I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. LADY M. What beast was't, then, That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both. They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.