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To quarrel with your great opposeless wills,
Lear on his Flatterers.
They flatter'd me like a dog; and told me I had white hairs in my beard, ere the black ones were there. To say ay and no, to everything I said!-Ay and no too was no good divinity. When the rain came to wet me once, and the wind to make me chatter; when the thunder would not peace at my bidding; there I found them, there I smelt them out. Go to, they are not men o' their words; they told me I was everything; 'tis a lie; I am not ague-proof.
Scene between Lear and Cordelia.
CORDELIA. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty ?
LEAR. You do me wrong to take me out o' the grave. Thou art a soul in bliss: but I am bound
Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears
Sir, do you know me ?
LEAR. You are a spirit, I know; when did you die? CORDELIA. Still, still, far wide!
PHYSICIAN. He's scarce awake; let him alone awhile. LEAR. Where have I been?—Where am I?-Fair day-light ?
I am mightily abused.—I should even die with pity,
CORDELIA. O, look upon me, sir,
And hold your hands in benediction o'er me :-
Pray do not mock me:
I am a very foolish fond old man,
Fourscore and upwards; and, to deal plainly,
I fear I am not in my perfect mind.
Methinks I should know you, and know this man:
To be my child Cordelia.
And so I am, I am.
tears wet? Yes, faith, I pray, weep
you have poison for me, I will drink it. I know you do not love me; for your sisters Have, as I do remember, done me wrong:
You have some cause, they have not.
PHYSICIAN. Be comforted, good madam: the great
You see, is cured in him ; and yet it is danger
To make him even o'er the time he has lost;
CORDELIA. Will't please your highness walk?
You must bear with me:
Pray now forget and forgive: I am old and foolish.
Lear to Cordelia when taken Prisoners.
Come, let's away to prison:
We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage:
Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too,—
As if we were God's spies: and we'll wear out,
Edgar's defiance of Edmund.
Draw thy sword;
That if my speech offend a noble heart,
Lear on the Death of Cordelia.
Howl, howl, howl, howl!-O you are men of stones; Had I your tongues and eyes, I'd use them so That heaven's vault should crack :-O, she is
I know when one is dead, and when one lives;
This feather stirs
It is a chance that does redeem all sorrows
Macbeth and Banquo, generals in the army of Duncan, king of Scotland, returning from a victorious campaign, encounter, on a blighted heath, three witches, who hail Macbeth as the future king of Scotland. Inspired thus with a craving for royalty, Macbeth, in a letter, informs his wife, an ambitious and unscrupulous woman, of the greatness that is predicted for him, and in order to obtain the sovereignty he resolves to murder the good king Duncan. The virtues of the king cause him to hesitate, but his scruples are overcome by Lady Macbeth, and he assassinates Duncan whilst a guest in Inverness Castle. With the connivance of his wife, Macbeth endeavours to cast suspicion of the murder on the guards who sleep at the entrance to the king's chamber; he is, however, himself suspected of the crime, especially by Banquo, who has heard the prediction of the witches; and Macbeth, remembering this, causes Banquo to be slain. Malcolm and Donalbain, sons
of the deceased monarch, fly from Scotland; the former escapes to England, where he is joined by Macduff, a nobleman of Scotland. They obtain assistance from England, and, with an army commanded by Siward, Earl of Northumberland, besiege Macbeth's castle, where the tyrant is slain by Macduff. Lady Macbeth, a prey to remorse, and "troubled with thick-coming fancies," dies, and Malcolm is proclaimed King.
Description of the Witches.
WHAT are these,
So wither'd, and so wild in their attire ;
That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth,
And yet are on't? Live you? or are you aught
Upon her skinny lips: -You should be women,
And yet your beards forbid me to interpret
That you are so.
Yet do I fear thy nature;
It is too full o' the milk of human kindness,
To catch the nearest way: Thou would'st be great;
Art not without ambition; but without
The illness should attend it.
What thou would'st
That would'st thou holily: would'st not play false,
If it were done, when 'tis done, then 't were well
It were done quickly: if the assassination
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch,