Winter's tale. Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King JohnCharles Whittingham, 1826 |
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... Macd . Was it so late , friend , ere you went to bed , That you do lie so late ? Port . ' Faith , sir , we were carousing till the se- " ? Here's a farmer that hanged himself on the expectation of plenty . ' So in Hall's Satires , b ...
... Macd . Was it so late , friend , ere you went to bed , That you do lie so late ? Port . ' Faith , sir , we were carousing till the se- " ? Here's a farmer that hanged himself on the expectation of plenty . ' So in Hall's Satires , b ...
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... Macd . What three things does drink especially provoke ? Port . Marry , sir , nose - painting , sleep , and urine . Lechery , sir , it provokes , and unprovokes : it pro- vokes the desire , but it takes away the performance : Therefore ...
... Macd . What three things does drink especially provoke ? Port . Marry , sir , nose - painting , sleep , and urine . Lechery , sir , it provokes , and unprovokes : it pro- vokes the desire , but it takes away the performance : Therefore ...
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... Macd . I'll make so bold to call ; For ' tis my limited service 9 . [ Exit MACDUff . Len . Goes the king hence to ... Macd . O horror ! horror ! horror ! Tongue , nor heart , Cannot conceive , nor name thee 10 ! Macb . Len . What's the ...
... Macd . I'll make so bold to call ; For ' tis my limited service 9 . [ Exit MACDUff . Len . Goes the king hence to ... Macd . O horror ! horror ! horror ! Tongue , nor heart , Cannot conceive , nor name thee 10 ! Macb . Len . What's the ...
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William Shakespeare. Macd . Approach the chamber , and destroy your sight With a new Gorgon : -Do not bid me speak ; See ... Macd . What's the business , O , gentle lady , ' Tis not for you to hear what I can speak : The repetition , in a ...
William Shakespeare. Macd . Approach the chamber , and destroy your sight With a new Gorgon : -Do not bid me speak ; See ... Macd . What's the business , O , gentle lady , ' Tis not for you to hear what I can speak : The repetition , in a ...
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... 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 ...
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Page 273 - Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal ; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear : the times have been, That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools : this is more strange Than such a murder is.
Page 242 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth...
Page 66 - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing!
Page 75 - Say there be ; Yet nature is made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean : so, o'er that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art ~\\ hich does mend nature, — change it rather ; but The art itself is nature.
Page 230 - The effect, and it. Come to .my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances 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 ! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH.
Page 328 - 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.
Page 234 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
Page 236 - d yourself ? hath it slept since ? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and...
Page 244 - Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time Which now suits with it.
Page 59 - I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty ; or that youth would sleep out the rest : for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.