The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays: Which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury Lane, Covent Garden, and Haymarket ...Mrs. Inchbald Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 - English drama |
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... Macb . Command they make a halt upon the heath . [ Within . ] Halt , -halt , -halt . 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 ...
... Macb . Command they make a halt upon the heath . [ Within . ] Halt , -halt , -halt . 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 ...
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... Macb . Stay , you imperfect speakers , tell me more : By Sinel's death , I know , I am thane of Glamis ; But how of Cawdor ? the thane of Cawdor lives , A prosperous gentleman ; and , to be king , Stands not within the prospect of ...
... Macb . Stay , you imperfect speakers , tell me more : By Sinel's death , I know , I am thane of Glamis ; But how of Cawdor ? the thane of Cawdor lives , A prosperous gentleman ; and , to be king , Stands not within the prospect of ...
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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 ? Mach ...
... 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 ? Mach ...
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... Macb . The thane of Cawdor lives ; Why do you dress me In borrow'd robes ? Macd . Who was the thane , lives yet ; But under heavy judgment bears that life , Which he deserves to lose ; For treasons capital , confess'd , and prov'd ...
... Macb . The thane of Cawdor lives ; Why do you dress me In borrow'd robes ? Macd . Who was the thane , lives yet ; But under heavy judgment bears that life , Which he deserves to lose ; For treasons capital , confess'd , and prov'd ...
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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 ...
... 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 ...
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Page 32 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Page 2 - Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, And bade him follow : so, indeed, he did. The torrent roar'd ; and we did buffet it With lusty sinews ; throwing it aside, And stemming it with hearts of controversy. But ere we could arrive the point propos'd, Caesar cried,
Page 33 - Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony : who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying...
Page 14 - 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 18 - 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.
Page 3 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Page 4 - Things that do sound so fair? — 1' the name of truth, Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye show ? My noble partner You greet with present grace, and great prediction Of noble having, and of royal hope, That he seems rapt withal ; to me you speak not ; If you can look into the seeds of time, And say, which grain will grow, and which will not, (1) A man forbid, — one under a curse, accursed. Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, Your favours nor your hate.
Page 18 - 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 marshall'st me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Page 16 - When Duncan is asleep, (Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey Soundly invite him,) his two chamberlains Will I with wine and wassel so convince, That memory, the warder of the brain, Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason A limbeck only : When in swinish sleep Their drenched natures lie, as in a death, What cannot you and I perform upon Th' unguarded Duncan ? what not put upon.
Page 13 - 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.