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... MALCOLM , DONALBAIN , BANQUO , LENOX , MACDUFF , ROSSE , ANGUS , and Attendants . Dun . This castle hath a pleasant seat ; The air nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses . Ban . This guest of summer , The temple ...
... MALCOLM , DONALBAIN , BANQUO , LENOX , MACDUFF , ROSSE , ANGUS , and Attendants . Dun . This castle hath a pleasant seat ; The air nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses . Ban . This guest of summer , The temple ...
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... Malcolm ! awake ! Shake off this downy sleep , death's counterfeit , And look on death itself ! -up , up , and see The great doom's image . - Malcolm ! Banquo ! As from your graves rise up , and walk like sprights , To countenance this ...
... Malcolm ! awake ! Shake off this downy sleep , death's counterfeit , And look on death itself ! -up , up , and see The great doom's image . - Malcolm ! Banquo ! As from your graves rise up , and walk like sprights , To countenance this ...
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... MALCOLM and DONALBAIN . Don . What is amiss ? Macb . You are , and do not know ' t : The spring , the head , the fountain of your blood Is stopp'd ; the very source of it is stopp'd . Macd . Your royal father's murder'd . Mal . O , by ...
... MALCOLM and DONALBAIN . Don . What is amiss ? Macb . You are , and do not know ' t : The spring , the head , the fountain of your blood Is stopp'd ; the very source of it is stopp'd . Macd . Your royal father's murder'd . Mal . O , by ...
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... Malcolm , and Donalbain , the king's two sons , Are stol'n away and fled ; which puts upon them Suspicion of the deed . Rosse . ' Gainst nature still : Thriftless ambition , that will ravin up Thine own life's means ! -Then ' tis most ...
... Malcolm , and Donalbain , the king's two sons , Are stol'n away and fled ; which puts upon them Suspicion of the deed . Rosse . ' Gainst nature still : Thriftless ambition , that will ravin up Thine own life's means ! -Then ' tis most ...
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... Malcolm , and for Donalbain , To kill their gracious father ? damned fact ! How it did grieve Macbeth ! did he not straight , In pious rage , the two delinquents tear , That were the slaves of drink , and thralls of sleep ? Was not that ...
... Malcolm , and for Donalbain , To kill their gracious father ? damned fact ! How it did grieve Macbeth ! did he not straight , In pious rage , the two delinquents tear , That were the slaves of drink , and thralls of sleep ? Was not that ...
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ANGUS antithesis Banquo bear Birnam Birnam wood blood brief candle Castle cauldron daggers dare dark death deed denotes Dict disposition Doct Donalbain Duncan Dunsinane Enter MACBETH evil excitement exclamation Exeunt Exit expression fear fight Fleance Gallowglasses Gent give Glamis grace hail hand Hark hath hear heart heaven HECATE honour king King of Scotland knock Lady MACDUFF LENOX limbeck live look lord Macb Macd Macduff Malcolm means metaphor mind murder nature nature's night noble numbers old copy original folio passage peace perfect SPY phrase poison'd pray reference Rosse SCENE Scone Scotland sensations sense sentence Shake Shakespeare signifies SIWARD sleep soldier speak speaker speech spirits Steevens strange supernatural sword term thane of Cawdor thee There's thine things thou thought tion tyrant utterance verse weird sisters whilst wind Winter's Tale Witch witchcraft word worthy would'st
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Page 36 - I hear a knocking At the south entry : retire we to our chamber : A little water clears us of this deed : How easy is it, then ! Your constancy Hath left you unattended.
Page xiv - That which hath made them drunk, hath made me bold : What hath quench'd them, hath given me fire : — Hark !— Peace ! It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, Which gives the stern'st good-night.
Page 10 - I' 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, Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, Your favours, nor your hate.
Page 94 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Page 68 - Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake ; Eye of newt and toe of frog, "Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble ; Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Third Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf. Witches...
Page 94 - 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?
Page 32 - Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse yo The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, 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, 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 17 - For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Page 53 - 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 peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.
Page 97 - I have almost forgot the taste of fears. The time has been my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek, and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in't. I have supp'd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.