Shakespere for schools, with notes for school use. 6 pt.: As you like: Julius Caesar; King Henry v; King John; Macbeth: Merchant of Venice, Band 3 |
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... heaven peep through the blanket of the dark , To cry , Hold , hold ! Enter MACBETH . Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Greater than both , by the all - hail hereafter ! Thy letters have transported me beyond This ignorant present time ...
... heaven peep through the blanket of the dark , To cry , Hold , hold ! Enter MACBETH . Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Greater than both , by the all - hail hereafter ! Thy letters have transported me beyond This ignorant present time ...
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... heaven , Their candles are all out . - Take thee that too . A heavy summons lies like lead upon me , And yet I would not sleep : Merciful powers ! Restrain in me the cursed thoughts , that nature Gives way to in repose : -Who's there ...
... heaven , Their candles are all out . - Take thee that too . A heavy summons lies like lead upon me , And yet I would not sleep : Merciful powers ! Restrain in me the cursed thoughts , that nature Gives way to in repose : -Who's there ...
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... heaven , or to hell . [ Exit . Enter Lady MACBETH . Lady M. That which hath made them drunk , hath made me bold : What hath quench'd them , hath given me fire : -hark ! It was the owl that shriek'd , the fatal bellman , Which gives the ...
... heaven , or to hell . [ Exit . Enter Lady MACBETH . Lady M. That which hath made them drunk , hath made me bold : What hath quench'd them , hath given me fire : -hark ! It was the owl that shriek'd , the fatal bellman , Which gives the ...
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... heaven , must find it out to - night . [ Exeunt Murderers . Enter Lady MACBETH . Lady M. How now , my lord ? why do you keep alone , Using those thoughts , which should indeed have died With them they think on ? Things without remedy ...
... heaven , must find it out to - night . [ Exeunt Murderers . Enter Lady MACBETH . Lady M. How now , my lord ? why do you keep alone , Using those thoughts , which should indeed have died With them they think on ? Things without remedy ...
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... heaven ! - What , man ! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows ; Give sorrow wòrds : the grief , that does not speak , Whispers the o'erfraught heart , and bids it brèak . Macd . My children too ? Rosse . That could be found . Macd . My ...
... heaven ! - What , man ! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows ; Give sorrow wòrds : the grief , that does not speak , Whispers the o'erfraught heart , and bids it brèak . Macd . My children too ? Rosse . That could be found . Macd . My ...
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Alarum ANGUS Apparition Attendants BELL & SONS Birnam wood blood BOOKS C. P. MASON Castle COVENT GARDEN crack of doom crown daggers dare death deed Doct DONALBAIN double Duncan Dunsinane ENGLISH GRAMMAR Enter BANQUO Enter Lady MACBETH Enter MACBETH ERSKINE CLARKE Exeunt Exit eyes fate Fcap fear fight Fleance Gent GEORGE BELL give Glamis hail hand hath hear heart heaven honour horror is't J. G. WOOD King of Scotland knocking LENOX look lord Macb Macd Macduff Mach MALCOLM MASTERMAN READY mortal mounch'd murder murder'd night noble numbers perfect spy poison'd Re-enter Reading-books royal SCHOOL Senet servants shake Shakspere shalt SIWARD Sixteen large Illustrations sleep Soldiers speak surcease sword thane of Cawdor thee There's thine things thou art thought three Witches to-night tongue tyrant weird sisters What's wife words worthy thane Written in Simple YORK STREET yourselves
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Seite 16 - 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.
Seite 15 - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange -matters: — to beguile the time, Look like the time ; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue : look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it...
Seite 35 - What man dare, I dare: Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger; Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble...
Seite 44 - Merciful heaven! What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.
Seite 34 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! let the earth hide thee! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with ! Lady M.
Seite 23 - 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.
Seite 21 - 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 where-about, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Seite 12 - The Prince of Cumberland! That is a step On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires...
Seite 10 - Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair And make my seated heart 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. BAN. Look, how our partner's rapt. MACB. [Aside] If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me, Without my stir.
Seite 33 - Are you a man? Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that Which might appal the devil. Lady M. O proper stuff! This is the very painting of your fear: This is the air-drawn dagger, which, you said, Led you to Duncan.