 My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, that function Is smother'd in surmise ; and nothing is, But what is not.  The Port Folio - Page 2641809Full view - About this book
 | 1830 - 40 pages
...knock at my ribs , Against the use of nature? Present fear« Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man , that function Is smother'd in surmise; and nothing is, But what is not.» SERIES V. ACT II , S С К KE 3. PL. 2. Duncan... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 542 pages
...knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings :• My r just : therefore, bring forth, And in Apollo's name, his oracle. [Exeunt certain Officers. Her. «mother'd in surmise ; ' ° and nothing is, But what is not.1 ' Ban, Look, how our partner's rapt.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 554 pages
...knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, that function Is smother' d in surmise ;' and nothing is, But what is not Ben. Look, how our partner's rapt. Much. It... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 500 pages
...the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings : Mr thought, whose murder yei is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, that function I i smother'd in surmise ;' and nothing is, But what is not. Bin. Look, how our partner's rapt* Macb.... | |
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...heart knock at my ribs Against the use of nature'? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings : My f the enePV 2 innn, 3S) that function Is smother'd in surmise; and nothing is, Bat what ia not. ") Bfn. Look, how... | |
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...knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings ; My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes...state of man, that function Is smothered in surmise ; and nothing is But what is not. The last thought is most beautifully expressed ; though the poet... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 570 pages
...ribs, Against the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings:' My thought, whoso babe's, betrays to slander, Whose sting is sharper than the sword's j" and will (Fo Knottier M in surmise ;10 and nothing is, But what is not,1 > Ban. Look, how our partner's rapt 1 *... | |
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...seated heart knock at my ribs Against the use of nature." The dreaded word itself soon comes : " My thought, whose MURDER yet is but fantastical, Shakes...state of man, that function Is smothered in surmise." To a mind so disposed, temptation is unnecessary. The thing was done. Duncan was marked out for murder... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1837 - 516 pages
...knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible ¡manning;.« : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state ofman, that function Is smother'd in surmise ;* and nothing is, But » li it is not. Лап. Look,... | |
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