Macbeth, from the text of S. Johnson and G. Steevens, revised |
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... ? Present fears * Are less than horrible imaginings : 230 My thought , whose murder yet is but fantastical , Shakes so my single state of man , that * function B iij Is Is smother'd in surmise ; and nothing is , But Ꮧ ci 1 . 9 MACBETH .
... ? Present fears * Are less than horrible imaginings : 230 My thought , whose murder yet is but fantastical , Shakes so my single state of man , that * function B iij Is Is smother'd in surmise ; and nothing is , But Ꮧ ci 1 . 9 MACBETH .
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... murder , Alarum'd by his sentinel , the wolf , 60 Whose howl's his watch , thus with his stealthy pace , * With Tarquin's ravishing strides , towards his design Moves like a ghost .- * Thou sure and firm - set earth , Hear not my steps ...
... murder , Alarum'd by his sentinel , the wolf , 60 Whose howl's his watch , thus with his stealthy pace , * With Tarquin's ravishing strides , towards his design Moves like a ghost .- * Thou sure and firm - set earth , Hear not my steps ...
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... murder ! That they did wake each other ; I stood and heard them : But they did say their prayers , and address'd them Again to sleep . Lady . There are two lodg'd together . 100 Mac . One cry'd , God bless us ! and , Amen , the other ...
... murder ! That they did wake each other ; I stood and heard them : But they did say their prayers , and address'd them Again to sleep . Lady . There are two lodg'd together . 100 Mac . One cry'd , God bless us ! and , Amen , the other ...
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William Shakespeare Samuel Johnson, George Steevens. 120 Glamis hath murdered sleep ; and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more , Macbeth shall sleep no more ! Lady . Who was it , that thus cry'd ? Why , worthy thane , You do unbend your ...
William Shakespeare Samuel Johnson, George Steevens. 120 Glamis hath murdered sleep ; and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more , Macbeth shall sleep no more ! Lady . Who was it , that thus cry'd ? Why , worthy thane , You do unbend your ...
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... murder hath broke ope The Lord's anointed temple , and stole thence The life of the building . Mac . What is't you say ? the life ? Len . Mean you his majesty ? 231 Macd . Approach the chamber , and destroy your sight With a new Gorgon ...
... murder hath broke ope The Lord's anointed temple , and stole thence The life of the building . Mac . What is't you say ? the life ? Len . Mean you his majesty ? 231 Macd . Approach the chamber , and destroy your sight With a new Gorgon ...
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Alarum ANGUS Attendants Birnam wood bleed blood call'd CATHNESS cauldron charm Chor daggers dare dead death deed Doct Donalbain doth Drum and Colours Duncan Dunsinane dy'd enchantment Enter BANQUO Enter Lady MACBETH Enter MACBETH Enter MALCOLM Enter ROSSE Exeunt Exit father fear Fife fight Fleance friends Gent Give Glamis grace hail hand Hark hast hath hear heart heaven Hecate honour i'the is't kill'd king of Scotland Knock LENOX live look lord Macd Macduff murder nature night noble o'the poison'd poor pray Re-enter Saracens SCENE II SCENE SCENE Scotland Servant SEYTON shake Shakspere shalt shew SIWARD sleep Soldiers speak spirits strange sword thane of Cawdor thee There's thine things thither thou art thought three WITCHES Thunder to-night tongue traitor tyrant weird sisters What's Who's wife witchcraft worthy thane καὶ
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42 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.
6 psl. - Live you ? or are you aught That man may question ? You seem to understand me, By each at once her choppy finger laying Upon her skinny lips. — You should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so.
14 psl. - 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.
13 psl. - Yet do I fear thy nature ; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way.
42 psl. - Enter MACBETH. How now, my lord ? why do you keep alone, Of sorriest fancies your companions making ? Using those thoughts which should indeed have died With them they think on ? Things without all remedy, Should be without regard : what's done is done.
16 psl. - This guest of summer, The temple-haunting. martlet, does approve, By his lov'd mansionry, that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coigne of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed, and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt, I have observ'd, The air is delicate.
15 psl. - You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry " Hold, hold !
72 psl. - Put on with holy prayers : and 'tis spoken, To the succeeding royalty he leaves The healing benediction. With this strange virtue, He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy ; And sundry blessings hang about his throne, That speak him full of grace.
82 psl. - Cure her of that: Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuffd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart?
5 psl. - The weird sisters, hand in hand, Posters of the sea and land, Thus do go about, about: Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine, And thrice again, to make up nine.