Stories from Shakespeare, Band 1Educational Publishing Company, 1890 |
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... sight , not pay thee . And for an earnest of a greater honor , He bade us , from him , call thee thane of Cawdor : In which addition , hail , most worthy thane ! For it is thine ! " THE THREE WITCHES . Now , it happened that , while ...
... sight , not pay thee . And for an earnest of a greater honor , He bade us , from him , call thee thane of Cawdor : In which addition , hail , most worthy thane ! For it is thine ! " THE THREE WITCHES . Now , it happened that , while ...
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... sight . " Speak , " said Macbeth ; " speak , if you can , and tell me what you are ! " Then , in a hollow , sepulchral voice - a voice belong- ing to no creature of earth - they spoke . " All Hail , Macbeth ! Hail to thee , thane of ...
... sight . " Speak , " said Macbeth ; " speak , if you can , and tell me what you are ! " Then , in a hollow , sepulchral voice - a voice belong- ing to no creature of earth - they spoke . " All Hail , Macbeth ! Hail to thee , thane of ...
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... sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind , a false creation , Proceeding from the heat - oppressed brain ? I see thee yet , in form as palpable As this which now I draw . Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going ; And such an ...
... sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind , a false creation , Proceeding from the heat - oppressed brain ? I see thee yet , in form as palpable As this which now I draw . Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going ; And such an ...
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... scream , and the crickets cry . Did not you speak ? Macb . When ? Lady M. Now . Macb . As I descended ? Lady M. Ay . Macb . Hark ! Who lies i ' the second chamber ? Lady M. Macb Donalbain . This is a sorry sight MACBETH . 19.
... scream , and the crickets cry . Did not you speak ? Macb . When ? Lady M. Now . Macb . As I descended ? Lady M. Ay . Macb . Hark ! Who lies i ' the second chamber ? Lady M. Macb Donalbain . This is a sorry sight MACBETH . 19.
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... sight . [ Looking at his hands . Lady M. A foolish thought , to say a sorry sight . Macb . There's one did laugh in his sleep , and one cried " " murder ! " That they did wake each other ; I stood and heard them : But they did say their ...
... sight . [ Looking at his hands . Lady M. A foolish thought , to say a sorry sight . Macb . There's one did laugh in his sleep , and one cried " " murder ! " That they did wake each other ; I stood and heard them : But they did say their ...
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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...