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Banquo bear blood called castle cause comes common Compare Compare Richard conjectured Cotgrave course dead death deed derived doubt Dream Duncan England Enter expression fear fell folios French frequently given gives Hamlet hand hath haue head heart heaven Henry hold Holinshed keep King John King Lear Lady Macbeth leave Lennox live look lord Macduff Malcolm means Measure Merchant of Venice metaphor mind murder nature night original passage person phrase play Pope present probably quotes reference Richard II Ross scene Scotland seems sense Shakespeare Siward sleep speak spirits stage stand Steevens strange suggested supposed Tale thane thee things Third thou thought Troilus and Cressida true verb vnto wife Witch word
Strana 12 - Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear, And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
Strana 111 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased : The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life ; which in their seeds, And weak beginnings lie intreasured. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Strana 6 - Things that do sound so fair? — 1' the name of truth, Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye show ? My noble partner You greet with present grace, and great prediction Of noble having, and of royal hope, That he seems rapt withal ; to me you speak not ; If you can look into the seeds of time, And say, which grain will grow, and which will not, (1) A man forbid, — one under a curse, accursed.
Strana 13 - The effect and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry ' Hold, hold !
Strana 12 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood; Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose...
Strana 11 - 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'ldst have, great Glamis, That which cries 'Thus thou must do, if thou have it'; And that which rather thou dost fear to do 22 Than wishest should be undone.
Strana 34 - We have scotch'd ° the snake, not kill'd it : She'll close and be herself, whilst our poor malice Remains in danger of her former tooth. But let the frame of things disjoint,° both the worlds ° suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly : better be with the dead,° Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, 20 Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.
Strana 16 - 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.
Strana 6 - You owe this strange intelligence? or why Upon this blasted heath you stop our way With such prophetic greeting? Speak, I charge you. [Witches vanish. Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them.
Strana 39 - Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, Ere humane statute purged the gentle weal ; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear : the time has 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 : this is more strange Than such a murder is.