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appear Attendants Banquo blood born castle Cawdor clear Cloth comes dare dead death deed Doct double doubt Duncan Dunsinane edition Elizabethan Enter Enter Macbeth Exeunt Exit eyes face fear fight Fleance friends give grace hand hath head hear heart heaven Henry Highness hold Holinshed honour horses keep King Knocking Lady Macbeth leave lives look lord Macb Macd Macduff Malcolm meaning mind murder nature never night noble Ph.D play poor pray present probably Professor of English reference Ross SCENE Scotland seems Servant Shake Shakespeare Siward sleep Soldiers speak spirit stage stand strange suggested sword thane thee There's things thou thought University viii VOLUME weird sisters wife Witch wood worthy
Seite 99 - Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Seite 13 - Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, • Against the use of nature...
Seite 24 - 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...
Seite 32 - Methought I heard a voice cry "Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep...
Seite 18 - It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way : thou wouldst be great ; Art not without ambition ; but without The illness should attend it : what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily ; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win : thou'dst have, great Glamis, That which cries " Thus thou must do, if thou have it ; And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone.
Seite 29 - 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.
Seite 33 - 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. MACB. I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done; Look on't again I dare not.
Seite 17 - For in my way it lies. Stars hide your fires ! Let not light see my black and deep desires : The eye wink at the hand ! yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Seite 108 - And thou opposed, being of no woman born, Yet I will try the last. Before my body I throw my warlike shield : lay on, Macduff, And damn'd be him that first cries ' Hold, enough !
Seite 25 - Like the poor cat i' the adage ? Macb. Prithee, peace: I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none. Lady M. What beast was't then, That made you break this enterprise to me ? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck; and know How tender 't is to love...