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... souls ; and that every mortal enjoyment is but a fleeting and momentary deception . When the soul , resting , as it were , under the willows of exile , breathes out its longings for its distant home , the prevailing character of its ...
... souls ; and that every mortal enjoyment is but a fleeting and momentary deception . When the soul , resting , as it were , under the willows of exile , breathes out its longings for its distant home , the prevailing character of its ...
Side 35
... soul , and to a notion craz'd , Say , Thus did Banquo . 1 Mur . Macb . I did so ; and went further , which is now Our point of second meeting . Do you You made it known to us . find Your patience so predominant in your nature , That you ...
... soul , and to a notion craz'd , Say , Thus did Banquo . 1 Mur . Macb . I did so ; and went further , which is now Our point of second meeting . Do you You made it known to us . find Your patience so predominant in your nature , That you ...
Side 37
... soul's flight , If it find heaven , must find it out to - night . SCENE II . - The same . [ Exeunt . Another Room . Enter LADY MACBETH and a Servant . Lady M. Is Banquo gone from court ? Serv . Ay , madam , but returns again to - night ...
... soul's flight , If it find heaven , must find it out to - night . SCENE II . - The same . [ Exeunt . Another Room . Enter LADY MACBETH and a Servant . Lady M. Is Banquo gone from court ? Serv . Ay , madam , but returns again to - night ...
Side 51
... souls That trace him in his line . No boasting like a fool ; This deed I'll do before this purpose cool : But no more sights ! —Where are these gentlemen ? Come , bring me where they are . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . - Fife . A Room in ...
... souls That trace him in his line . No boasting like a fool ; This deed I'll do before this purpose cool : But no more sights ! —Where are these gentlemen ? Come , bring me where they are . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . - Fife . A Room in ...
Side 56
... soul Wip'd the black scruples , reconcil'd my thoughts To thy good truth and honour . Devilish Macbeth By many of these trains hath sought to win me Into his power ; and modest wisdom plucks me From over - credulous haste : but God ...
... soul Wip'd the black scruples , reconcil'd my thoughts To thy good truth and honour . Devilish Macbeth By many of these trains hath sought to win me Into his power ; and modest wisdom plucks me From over - credulous haste : but God ...
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Select Plays [5 Plays], with Notes and an Intr. to Each Play and a Life of ... William Shakespeare Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2016 |
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Alarum Anne Anne Hathaway Antony arms art thou Banquo Bast bear blood brother Brutus Buck Buckingham Cæs Cæsar Casca Cassius Catesby Clar Clarence cousin crown curse dauphin dead death Decius deed didst dost doth Duch duke duke of York Edward Eliz enemy England English Exeunt Exit eyes fair father Faulconbridge fear Fleance France French friends gentle give Gloster grace hand Harfleur hath hear heart heaven Henry honour Hubert John Julius Cæsar Lady liege live look lord lord Hastings Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff madam majesty Mark Antony means mother Murd murther never night noble peace Pist pray prince queen Rich Richard Rome Rosse royal SCENE Shakspeare sleep soldier sorrow soul speak sword tell thane thee thine thou art thou hast Titinius to-morrow tongue unto Witch word
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Side 352 - Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council ; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Side 373 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; 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.
Side 372 - Who is here so base, that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude , that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile, that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Side 159 - Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts ; Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor ; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil...
Side 22 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly. If the assassination 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.
Side 372 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause ; and be silent, that you may hear : believe me for mine honour ; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe : censure me in your wisdom ; and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If, then, that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer, — not that I loved Caesar less, but...
Side 22 - Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust: First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed ; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek...
Side 25 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to 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 marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Side 113 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief.
Side 63 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n 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.