The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: To which are Added His Miscellaneous Poems ...J. Walker, 1821 |
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... Macb . So foul and fair a day I have not seen . Ban . How far is't call'd to Fores ? -What are these , So wither'd , and so wild in their attire ; That look not like the inhabitants o ' the earth , And yet are on't ? -Live you ? Or are ...
... Macb . So foul and fair a day I have not seen . Ban . How far is't call'd to Fores ? -What are these , So wither'd , and so wild in their attire ; That look not like the inhabitants o ' the earth , And yet are on't ? -Live you ? Or are ...
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... Macb . Into the air ; and what seem'd corporal , melted As breath into the wind . - Would they had staid ! Ban . Were such things here , as we do speak about ? Or have we eaten of the insane root ‡ , That takes the reason prisoner ? Macb ...
... Macb . Into the air ; and what seem'd corporal , melted As breath into the wind . - Would they had staid ! Ban . Were such things here , as we do speak about ? Or have we eaten of the insane root ‡ , That takes the reason prisoner ? Macb ...
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... Macb . The thane of Cawdor lives ; why do you dress me In borrow'd robes ? Ang . Who was the thane , lives yet ; But under heavy judgment bears that life Which he deserves to lose . Whether he was Combined with Norway ; or did line the ...
... Macb . The thane of Cawdor lives ; why do you dress me In borrow'd robes ? Ang . Who was the thane , lives yet ; But under heavy judgment bears that life Which he deserves to lose . Whether he was Combined with Norway ; or did line the ...
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... Macb . If chance will have me king , why chance may crown me , Without my stir . Ban . New honours come upon him Like our strange garments ; cleave not to their mould , But with the aid of use . Macb . Come what come may ; Time and the ...
... Macb . If chance will have me king , why chance may crown me , Without my stir . Ban . New honours come upon him Like our strange garments ; cleave not to their mould , But with the aid of use . Macb . Come what come may ; Time and the ...
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... Macb . The service and the loyalty I owe , In doing it , pays itself . Your highness ' part Is to receive our duties and our duties . de- Are to your throne and state , children , and servants ; Which do but what they should , by doing ...
... Macb . The service and the loyalty I owe , In doing it , pays itself . Your highness ' part Is to receive our duties and our duties . de- Are to your throne and state , children , and servants ; Which do but what they should , by doing ...
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Page 106 - If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility ? revenge ; If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? why, revenge. The villainy, you teach me, I will execute ; and it shall go hard, but I will better the instruction.
Page 134 - Therefore the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods ; Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature : The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Page 478 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me : I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Page 74 - While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Page 186 - twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Page 125 - Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation : we do pray for mercy ; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Page 189 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well...
Page 189 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Page 74 - When icicles hang by the wall And Dick the shepherd blows his nail And Tom bears logs into the hall And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipp'd and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Page 481 - Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.