The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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Side 77
... o'th ' Tiger : But in a fieve I'll thither fail , And like a rat without a tail , * Colmkil is one of the western Iles of Scotland , otherwife call'd Fona . I'll do - I'll do - and I'll do . I'll The Tragedy of Macbeth . 77 Enter Roffe ...
... o'th ' Tiger : But in a fieve I'll thither fail , And like a rat without a tail , * Colmkil is one of the western Iles of Scotland , otherwife call'd Fona . I'll do - I'll do - and I'll do . I'll The Tragedy of Macbeth . 77 Enter Roffe ...
Side 80
... o'th ' felf - fame day , He finds thee in the ftout Norweyan ranks , Nothing afraid of , what thy felf didft make , Strange images of death . As thick as hail , Came poft on poft , and every one did bear Thy praises in his kingdom's ...
... o'th ' felf - fame day , He finds thee in the ftout Norweyan ranks , Nothing afraid of , what thy felf didft make , Strange images of death . As thick as hail , Came poft on poft , and every one did bear Thy praises in his kingdom's ...
Side 84
... o'th ' milk of human kindness , To catch the nearest way . Art not without ambition , The illness fhould attend it . Thou wouldst be great , but without What thou wouldst highly , That wouldst thou holily ; wouldft not play false , And ...
... o'th ' milk of human kindness , To catch the nearest way . Art not without ambition , The illness fhould attend it . Thou wouldst be great , but without What thou wouldst highly , That wouldst thou holily ; wouldft not play false , And ...
Side 91
... o'th other fenfes , Or elfe worth all the reft - I fee thee ftill , And on thy blade and dudgeon , gouts of blood , Which was not fo before.There's no fuch thing →→→ It is the bloody business which informs This to mine eyes - Now o ...
... o'th other fenfes , Or elfe worth all the reft - I fee thee ftill , And on thy blade and dudgeon , gouts of blood , Which was not fo before.There's no fuch thing →→→ It is the bloody business which informs This to mine eyes - Now o ...
Side 95
... o'th ' building . Mach . What is't you fay ? the life ? Len . Mean you his Majefty ? - Macd . Approach the chamber , and deftroy your fight With a new Gorgon . Do not bid me speak ; See , and then speak your felves : awake ! awake ...
... o'th ' building . Mach . What is't you fay ? the life ? Len . Mean you his Majefty ? - Macd . Approach the chamber , and deftroy your fight With a new Gorgon . Do not bid me speak ; See , and then speak your felves : awake ! awake ...
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Achilles Afide Agamemnon Ajax Andronicus Baffianus Banquo blood brother Calchas Clot Cloten Creffid Cymbeline defire Diomede doft doth Emperor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fafe falfe fear felf fervice fhall fhew fhould fight flain fleep fome fons forrow foul fpeak ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fweet fword Goths Guiderius hand hath heart heav'n Hector himſelf honour i'th Iach Imogen King Lady Lavinia Lord Lucius Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff Mach mafter Marcus Menelaus moft muft muſt Neft noble o'th Pandarus Patroclus Pifanio pleaſe Poft Pofthumus prefent Priam Prince purpoſe Queen reafon Roffe Rome Saturnine SCENE ſelf ſhall ſhe ſpeak Tamora tell Thane thee thefe Ther there's Therfites theſe thofe thoſe thou art thouſand Titus Titus Andronicus Troi Troilus Trojan Ulyf what's whofe Witch
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Side 191 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past : which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
Side 206 - Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
Side 83 - 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.
Side 91 - 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.
Side 85 - Besides, this 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...
Side 111 - Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog...
Side 106 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Side 103 - 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 127 - To bed, to bed; there's knocking at the gate: come, come, come, come, give me your hand: what's done cannot be undone: to bed, to bed, to bed.
Side 91 - 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.