Works, Containing His Plays and Poems: To which is Added a Glossary, Volume 3G.G. & J. Robinson, R. Faulder, B. & J. White, J. Edwards, T. Payne, Jun. J. Walker, & J. Anderson, 1797 |
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... See , fee ! our honour'd hoftefs ! The love that follows us , fometime is our trouble , Which still we thank as love . Herein I teach you , How you shall bid God yield us for your pains , And thank us for your trouble . LADY M. All I 16 ...
... See , fee ! our honour'd hoftefs ! The love that follows us , fometime is our trouble , Which still we thank as love . Herein I teach you , How you shall bid God yield us for your pains , And thank us for your trouble . LADY M. All I 16 ...
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... see thee yet , in form as palpable As this which now I draw . Thou marshal'ft me the way that I was going ; And fuch an inftrument I was to use . Mine eyes are made the fools o'the other fenfes , Or else worth all the reft : I fee thee ...
... see thee yet , in form as palpable As this which now I draw . Thou marshal'ft me the way that I was going ; And fuch an inftrument I was to use . Mine eyes are made the fools o'the other fenfes , Or else worth all the reft : I fee thee ...
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... See , and then speak yourselves . — Awake ! awake ! — [ Exeunt MACBETH and LENOX . Ring the alarum - bell : -Murder ! and treafon ! Banquo , and Donalbain ! Malcolm ! awake ! Shake off this downy fleep , death's counterfeit , And look ...
... See , and then speak yourselves . — Awake ! awake ! — [ Exeunt MACBETH and LENOX . Ring the alarum - bell : -Murder ! and treafon ! Banquo , and Donalbain ! Malcolm ! awake ! Shake off this downy fleep , death's counterfeit , And look ...
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... it for me , fir , to all our friends ; For my heart speaks , they are welcome . Enter firft MURDERER , to the door . MACB . See , they encounter thee with their hearts ' thanks : Both fides are even : Here I'll fit i'the midst MACBETH . 41.
... it for me , fir , to all our friends ; For my heart speaks , they are welcome . Enter firft MURDERER , to the door . MACB . See , they encounter thee with their hearts ' thanks : Both fides are even : Here I'll fit i'the midst MACBETH . 41.
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... See , who comes here ? MAL . My countryman ; but yet I know him not . MACD . My ever - gentle coufin , welcome hither . MAL . I know him now : Good God , betimes remove The means that make us ftrangers . ROSSE . Sir , Amen . MACD ...
... See , who comes here ? MAL . My countryman ; but yet I know him not . MACD . My ever - gentle coufin , welcome hither . MAL . I know him now : Good God , betimes remove The means that make us ftrangers . ROSSE . Sir , Amen . MACD ...
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againſt anſwer arms art thou Banquo BARD Bardolph BAST beſt blood BOLING Bolingbroke cauſe coufin crown death defire doft doth duke England Engliſh Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes fafe faid Falſtaff fame father Faulconbridge fear fhall fhame fhow fight fince fir John firſt flain fleep foldiers fome forrow foul fpeak France friends ftand ftill fubject fuch fweet fword GAUNT give grace grief hand Harfleur Harry hath hear heart heaven highneſs himſelf honour horſe houſe itſelf LADY Lancaſter liege look lord MACB Macbeth MACD mafter majeſty moft moſt muft muſt myſelf never night noble Northumberland peace Percy PIST pleaſe POINS pray preſent prince purpoſe reaſon RICH ſay SCENE ſee SHAL ſhall ſhe ſhould ſhow ſpeak ſpirit ſtand ſtate ſtay tell thee theſe thine thoſe thou art thouſand tongue uſe whofe Whoſe WITCH yourſelf
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Page 29 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Page 39 - s to be done ? Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, Till thou applaud the deed. 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 ! Light thickens, and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood : Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Page 194 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed, and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry...
Page 349 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis insensible, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I'll none of • it. Honour is a mere scutcheon : and so ends my catechism.
Page 50 - 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, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble, Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf : Witches...
Page 220 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Page 369 - Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him half his Troy was burnt...
Page 349 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Page 194 - Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out (I die pronouncing it), Like to a tenement, or pelting farm: England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds: That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Page 19 - 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.