The Plays of William Shakspeare: Comedy of errors ; Macbeth ; King John ; King Richard II ; King Henry IV, part 1Longman and Company, 1847 |
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111 psl.
... Macd . Was it so late , friend , ere you went to bed , do lie so late ? That you Port . ' Faith , sir , we were carousing till the second cock and drink , sir , is a great provoker of three things . : Macd . What three things does drink ...
... Macd . Was it so late , friend , ere you went to bed , do lie so late ? That you Port . ' Faith , sir , we were carousing till the second cock and drink , sir , is a great provoker of three things . : Macd . What three things does drink ...
112 psl.
... Macd . I believe , drink gave thee the lie last night . Port . That it did , sir , i'the very throat o'me : But I ... Macd . Is thy master stirring ? — Our knocking has awak'd him ; here he comes . Enter MACBETH . Len . Good - morrow ...
... Macd . I believe , drink gave thee the lie last night . Port . That it did , sir , i'the very throat o'me : But I ... Macd . Is thy master stirring ? — Our knocking has awak'd him ; here he comes . Enter MACBETH . Len . Good - morrow ...
113 psl.
... Macd . O horror ! horror ! horror ! Tongue , nor heart , Cannot conceive , nor name thee ! Macb . Len . What's the matter ? Macd . Confusion now hath made his masterpiece ! Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope The Lord's anointed ...
... Macd . O horror ! horror ! horror ! Tongue , nor heart , Cannot conceive , nor name thee ! Macb . Len . What's the matter ? Macd . Confusion now hath made his masterpiece ! Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope The Lord's anointed ...
114 psl.
... Macd . Your royal father's murder'd . Mal . O , by whom ? Len . Those of his chamber , as it seem'd , had done't : Their hands and faces were all badg'd with blood , So were their daggers , which , unwip'd , we found Upon their pillows ...
... Macd . Your royal father's murder'd . Mal . O , by whom ? Len . Those of his chamber , as it seem'd , had done't : Their hands and faces were all badg'd with blood , So were their daggers , which , unwip'd , we found Upon their pillows ...
115 psl.
... Macd . Look to the lady . Mal . Help me hence , ho ! Why do we hold our tongues , That most may claim this argument for ours ? Don . What should be spoken here , Where our fate , hid within an augre - hole + May rush , and seize us ...
... Macd . Look to the lady . Mal . Help me hence , ho ! Why do we hold our tongues , That most may claim this argument for ours ? Don . What should be spoken here , Where our fate , hid within an augre - hole + May rush , and seize us ...
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Antipholus arms art thou Aumerle Banquo Bast Bishop of CARLISLE blood Boling Bolingbroke breath castle cousin crown death devil doth Dromio Duch duke earl England Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes face fair Falstaff father Faulconbridge fear Fleance France friends Gaunt give Glend grace grief hand Harry Percy hath head hear heart heaven Henry honour horse Hubert John of Gaunt JOHNSON King John king Richard Lady land liege live look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff majesty MALONE means murder never night noble Northumberland peace Percy play Poins pr'ythee pray prince prince of Wales Queen Rich Rosse SCENE Shakspeare shame sleep soul speak stand STEEVENS sweet sword tell thane thee There's thine thou art thou hast tongue traitor uncle villain wife Witch word York
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