“The” Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of Mr. Steeven's Last Edition, with a Selection of the Most Important Notes, Bind 7G. Fleischer the younger, 1806 |
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... strange . Rosse . God save the King ! Dun . Whence cam'st thou , worthy Thane ? Rosse . From Fife , great King , Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky , And fan our people cold . Norway himself , with terrible numbers , Assisted by ...
... strange . Rosse . God save the King ! Dun . Whence cam'st thou , worthy Thane ? Rosse . From Fife , great King , Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky , And fan our people cold . Norway himself , with terrible numbers , Assisted by ...
Side 9
... strange intelligence ? or why Upon this blasted heath you stop our way With such prophetick greeting ? - Speak , I charge you . [ Witches vanish . Ban . The earth hath bubbles , as the water has , And these are of them : Whither are ...
... strange intelligence ? or why Upon this blasted heath you stop our way With such prophetick greeting ? - Speak , I charge you . [ Witches vanish . Ban . The earth hath bubbles , as the water has , And these are of them : Whither are ...
Side 10
... Strange images of death . As thick as tale , Came post with post ; and every one did bear Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence , And pour'd them down before him . Ang . We are sent , To give thee , from our royal master , thanks ...
... Strange images of death . As thick as tale , Came post with post ; and every one did bear Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence , And pour'd them down before him . Ang . We are sent , To give thee , from our royal master , thanks ...
Side 11
... strange garments ; cleave not to their mould , But with the aid of use . Mach . Come what come may ; Time and the hour runs through the roughest day . Ban . Worthy Macbeth , We stay upon your leisure . Macb . Give me your favour : my ...
... strange garments ; cleave not to their mould , But with the aid of use . Mach . Come what come may ; Time and the hour runs through the roughest day . Ban . Worthy Macbeth , We stay upon your leisure . Macb . Give me your favour : my ...
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... strange matters : To beguile the time , Look like the time ; bear welcome in your cye , Your hand , your tongue : look like the innocent flower , But be the serpent under it . He that's coming Must be provided for : and you shall put ...
... strange matters : To beguile the time , Look like the time ; bear welcome in your cye , Your hand , your tongue : look like the innocent flower , But be the serpent under it . He that's coming Must be provided for : and you shall put ...
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Aege Aegeon allusion ancient Antipholus Banquo beetle believe blood Boethius called castle chain crown death deed Doct doth Dromio Duke Duncan Dunsinane emendation Enter MACBETH Ephesus Exeunt Exit expression fear Fleance give Glamis hail hair hand hast hath heaven Hecate hell Holinshed honour husband JOHNSON King King of Scotland knock Lady Macbeth LENOX Lord Macb Macd Macduff Mach Malcolm MALONE MASON Masque of Queens master means Menaechmi mind mistress murder nature night o'the observed old copy passage perfect spy perhaps play pray present prophecy RITSON Rosse SCENE Scotland seems sense Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's signifies Siward sleep speak speech spirits STEEVENS strange supposed Syracuse tell Thane of Cawdor thee Theobald There's things thou art thought TOLLET unto villain WARBURTON weird sisters wife Witch word
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Side 80 - I have liv'd long enough : my way of life Is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf : And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Side 20 - ... Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels trumpet-tongued against The deep damnation of his taking-off; And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Side 20 - 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.
Side 27 - 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.
Side 27 - 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. Macb. I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done ; Look on't again I dare not.
Side 12 - Implored your highness' pardon and set forth A deep repentance: nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in his death, To throw away the dearest thing he owed As 'twere a careless trifle.
Side 210 - 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? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would," Like the poor cat i
Side 272 - It has been already mentioned, in the law against witches, that they are supposed to take up dead bodies to use in enchantments, which was confessed by the woman whom king James examined ; and who had of a dead body, that was divided in one of their assemblies, two fingers for her share. It is...
Side 44 - Come, seeling night, 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.
Side 27 - What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.