Stories from Shakespeare, Band 1Educational Publishing Company, 1890 |
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... 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 . While I threat , he lives ...
... 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 . While I threat , he lives ...
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... . Trembling with fear , his voice almost strangled in his throat , he clutched at Lady Macbeth , saying : " Oh , ' tis Banquo's ghost ! he sits upon my chair ! ' Brave man as Macbeth was , shrinking not to face. 24 MACBETH .
... . Trembling with fear , his voice almost strangled in his throat , he clutched at Lady Macbeth , saying : " Oh , ' tis Banquo's ghost ! he sits upon my chair ! ' Brave man as Macbeth was , shrinking not to face. 24 MACBETH .
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... ghost might well appear , for , as was then believed , ghosts could ap- pear . My lord is often thus , And hath been from his youth : pray you keep seat ; The fit is momentary ; upon a thought He will again be well ; if much you note ...
... ghost might well appear , for , as was then believed , ghosts could ap- pear . My lord is often thus , And hath been from his youth : pray you keep seat ; The fit is momentary ; upon a thought He will again be well ; if much you note ...
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... Ghost disappears . What ! quite unmann'd in folly ? If I stand here , I saw him . Fie , for shame ! Macb . Blood hath been shed ere now , i ' the olden time . Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal ; Ay , and since too , murders have ...
... Ghost disappears . What ! quite unmann'd in folly ? If I stand here , I saw him . Fie , for shame ! Macb . Blood hath been shed ere now , i ' the olden time . Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal ; Ay , and since too , murders have ...
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... [ Ghost re - enters . ] 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. Think of this , good peers , But as ...
... [ Ghost re - enters . ] 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. Think of this , good peers , But as ...
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୧୧ ambition answered Augustus Cæsar Banquo Belarius blood Brabantio Brutus Cæsar Calphurnia Casca Cassius cried crown cruel Cymbeline dagger dare daughter dead dear death Decius deed Denmark Desdemona dost dream Duncan earth eyes father fear Fleance gentle Ghost grace grief Hail Hamlet hand hate hath hear heard heart heaven Hecuba honest honor Horatio Iachimo Iago ides of March Imogen JULIUS CÆSAR kill king king's knew Lady Macbeth Laertes live look lord lov'd Macb Marc Antony master Moor mother murder night noble Octavius once Ophelia Othello peace Pisanio pity Polonius Pompey poor Posthumus pray princes Queen revenge Roderigo Roman Rome shouted sleep soul speak spirit stood strange sweet sword tell thane of Cawdor thee there's thine thing thou hast thought tongue villain voice wicked wife witches wonder words wretched wrong youth
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Seite 11 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, • Against the use of nature...
Seite 151 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him ; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Seite 132 - You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things ! O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey ? "Many a time and oft Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The livelong day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome...
Seite 14 - 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 21 - Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think So brainsickly of things. Go get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the place? They must lie there: go carry them, and smear The sleepy grooms with blood.
Seite 132 - And do you now put on your best attire ? And do you now cull out a holiday ? And do you now strew flowers in his way That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood ? Be gone ! Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude.
Seite 153 - I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones: So let it be with Caesar.
Seite 69 - Ecstasy! My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, And makes as healthful music. It is not madness That I have utter'd : bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word, which madness Would gambol from.
Seite 67 - Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. 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...
Seite 145 - I know not, gentlemen, what you intend, Who else must be let blood, who else is rank :• If I myself, there is no hour so fit As...