Shakespeare's MacbethH. Holt, 1917 - 145 Seiten |
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... Doct . Ay , sir ; there are a crew of wretched souls That stay his cure : their malady convinces Mal . The great assay of art ; but at his touch , Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand , They presently amend . I thank you , doctor ...
... Doct . Ay , sir ; there are a crew of wretched souls That stay his cure : their malady convinces Mal . The great assay of art ; but at his touch , Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand , They presently amend . I thank you , doctor ...
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... Doct . I have two nights watched with you , but can perceive no truth in your report . When was it she last walked ? Gent . Since his majesty went into the field , I have seen her rise from her bed , throw her night- gown upon her ...
... Doct . I have two nights watched with you , but can perceive no truth in your report . When was it she last walked ? Gent . Since his majesty went into the field , I have seen her rise from her bed , throw her night- gown upon her ...
Seite 80
... Doct . How came she by that light ? Gent . Why , it stood by her . She has light by her continually ; ' t is her command . Doct . You see , her eyes are open . Gent . Ay , but their sense is shut . Doct . What is it she does now ? Look ...
... Doct . How came she by that light ? Gent . Why , it stood by her . She has light by her continually ; ' t is her command . Doct . You see , her eyes are open . Gent . Ay , but their sense is shut . Doct . What is it she does now ? Look ...
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... Doct . What a sigh is there ! The heart is sorely charged . Gent . I would not have such a heart in my bosom for the dignity of the whole body . Doct . Well , well , well , - Gent . Pray God it be , sir . Doct . This disease is beyond ...
... Doct . What a sigh is there ! The heart is sorely charged . Gent . I would not have such a heart in my bosom for the dignity of the whole body . Doct . Well , well , well , - Gent . Pray God it be , sir . Doct . This disease is beyond ...
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... Doct . " T is not needed yet . Send out moe horses ; skirr the country round ; Hang those that talk of fear . Give me mine armor . How does your patient , doctor ? Not so sick , my lord , As she is troubled with thick - coming fancies ...
... Doct . " T is not needed yet . Send out moe horses ; skirr the country round ; Hang those that talk of fear . Give me mine armor . How does your patient , doctor ? Not so sick , my lord , As she is troubled with thick - coming fancies ...
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accent audience Banquet Banquo Birnam blood CAITHNESS called castle Enter cauldron Charles Macklin crown daggers dare darkness dead death deed devil died hereafter Doct Donalbain Duncan Dunsinane Edwin Booth Enter LADY MACBETH Enter MACBETH evil Exeunt Exit eyes fate fear fight Fleance Forres foul Gent ghost Give Glamis grace Hail hand hath hear heart heaven Hecate honor hope horror husband instruments of darkness King of Scotland Knocking Lady Macduff LENNOX lives look lord Macb Macd Macduff means metre mind mortal murder nature night noble peace play pray prophecy Ross royal SCENE Scotland sense SEYTON Shakespeare Siddons SIWARD sleep Soldiers speak speech spirit stage strange sword syllable thane of Cawdor thee There's thine things Third Mur Third Witch thou art thought tragedy TRAGEDY OF MACBETH treason truth tyrant weird sisters weird women wife word worthy ΙΟ
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Seite 80 - tis time to do't. — Hell is murky ! — Fie, my lord, fie ! a soldier, and afeard ? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account ? — Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him ? Doct. Do you mark that ? Lady At. The thane of Fife had a wife : where is she now ? — What, will these hands ne'er be clean ? — No more o' that, my lord ; no more o' that : you mar all with this starting.
Seite 26 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest ; I see thee still, And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was not so before. There's no such thing : It is the bloody business which informs Thus to mine eyes.
Seite 26 - 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 whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives; Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
Seite 16 - Thus thou must do, if thou have it ; And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone.' Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear, And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
Seite 11 - tis strange : And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths ; Win us with honest trifles, to betray us In deepest consequence Cousins, a word, . I pray you.
Seite 29 - 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 20 - 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. But in these cases We still have judgment here; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor; this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips.
Seite 21 - Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Not cast aside so soon. Lady M. Was the hope drunk Wherein you dress'd yourself? Hath it slept since? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire?
Seite 23 - Away, and mock the time with fairest show; False face must hide what the false heart doth know [Exeunt.
Seite 47 - Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day, And with thy bloody and invisible hand, Cancel, and tear to pieces, that great bond Which keeps me pale ! — Light thickens ; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood : Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.