The dramatic works of William Shakespeare, revised with notes by S.W. Singer. With a life by W.W. Lloyd, Volum 8 |
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Pàgina 11
... Exit Soldier , attended . Enter Rosse and ANGUS . Who comes here ? Mal . The worthy thane of Rosse . Len . What a haste looks through his eyes ! So should he look , that seems to speak things strange11 Rosse . God save the king ! Dun ...
... Exit Soldier , attended . Enter Rosse and ANGUS . Who comes here ? Mal . The worthy thane of Rosse . Len . What a haste looks through his eyes ! So should he look , that seems to speak things strange11 Rosse . God save the king ! Dun ...
Pàgina 23
... Exit . Dun . True , worthy Banquo ; he is full so valiant ; And in his commendations I am fed ; It is a banquet to me . Let's after him , Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome : It is a peerless kinsman . [ Flourish . Exeunt ...
... Exit . Dun . True , worthy Banquo ; he is full so valiant ; And in his commendations I am fed ; It is a banquet to me . Let's after him , Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome : It is a peerless kinsman . [ Flourish . Exeunt ...
Pàgina 25
... [ Exit Attendant . ] The raven himself is hoarse 5 , That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements . Come , you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts , unsex me here ; And fill me , from the crown to the toe , top - full Of ...
... [ Exit Attendant . ] The raven himself is hoarse 5 , That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements . Come , you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts , unsex me here ; And fill me , from the crown to the toe , top - full Of ...
Pàgina 37
... Exit BANQUO and FLEANCE . Macb . Go , bid thy mistress , when my drink is ready , She strike upon the bell . Get thee to bed . [ Exit Servant . Is this a dagger , which I see before me , The handle toward my hand ? Come , let me clutch ...
... Exit BANQUO and FLEANCE . Macb . Go , bid thy mistress , when my drink is ready , She strike upon the bell . Get thee to bed . [ Exit Servant . Is this a dagger , which I see before me , The handle toward my hand ? Come , let me clutch ...
Pàgina 39
... Exit . SCENE II . The same1 . Enter LADY MACBETH . Lady M. That which hath made them drunk , hath made me bold : 14 Macbeth would have nothing break through the universal silence that added such horror to the night , as well suited with ...
... Exit . SCENE II . The same1 . Enter LADY MACBETH . Lady M. That which hath made them drunk , hath made me bold : 14 Macbeth would have nothing break through the universal silence that added such horror to the night , as well suited with ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
Banquo blood called Cordelia Corn Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Denmark dost doth Edgar Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fleance folio reads Fool Fortinbras Gent gentleman Gentlemen of Verona Ghost give Gloster Goneril grace Guil Hamlet hand hast hath hear heart heaven Holinshed honour Horatio is't Julius Cæsar Kent King Henry King Lear knave Lady Laer Laertes Lear letter look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff madam Malone means murder nature night noble old copy reads omitted Ophelia Othello passage play poet poison'd POLONIUS poor pray quarto of 1603 quartos read Queen Regan Rosse SCENE sense Shakespeare signifies sister sleep soul speak speech spirit Steevens Stew sword tell thane thee There's thine thing thought villain Winter's Tale Witch word
Passatges populars
Pàgina 30 - 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.
Pàgina 24 - It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way : thou wouldst be great ; Art not without ambition ; but without The illness should attend it : what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily ; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win : thou'dst have, great Glamis, That which cries " Thus thou must do, if thou have it ; And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone.
Pàgina 290 - No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither •with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it : As thus ; Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth to dust; the dust is earth; of earth we make loam : And why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel...
Pàgina 215 - Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor : suit the action to the word, the word to the action, with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature...
Pàgina 253 - Not where he eats, but where he is eaten; a certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet. We fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots. Your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service, two dishes, but to one table — that's the end.
Pàgina 240 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Pàgina 231 - ... a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Pàgina 217 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Pàgina 215 - ... accent of christians, nor the gait of christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted, and bellowed, that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Pàgina 328 - Lear. Let it be so, — thy truth, then, be thy dower : For, by the sacred radiance of the sun, The mysteries of Hecate, and the night ; By all the operation of the orbs From whom we do exist, and cease to be ; Here I disclaim all my paternal care, Propinquity and property of blood, And, as a stranger to my heart and me, Hold thee, from this, for ever.