Macbeth: With an Introduction and NotesMacmillan, 1893 - 184 pages |
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Macbeth: With an Introduction and Notes (Classic Reprint) William Shakespeare Aucun aperçu disponible - 2017 |
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Banquo Birnam blood CAITHNESS called castle crown Cymb daggers dare death deed Delius Dict Doct Duncan Dunsinane Dyce Elizabethan Enter MACBETH evil Exeunt Exit eyes fear Fleance folios Forres foul frequent in Shakespeare give Glamis grace hail Haml hand hath hear heart heaven Hecate Holinshed honour hurlyburly keep king King of Scotland knocking Lady Macbeth Lear LENNOX live look lord Macb Macd Macduff Malcolm means Middleton mind murder nature night noble Norns numbers passage perfect spy person play probably quotes reference Ross SCENE Scotland seems sense servants Shake sight Siward Skeat sleep speak spirits STAGE DIRECTION Steevens strange sword thane of Cawdor thee There's things Third Witch thou thought verb weird sisters Western Isles word wouldst
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Page 43 - What man dare, I dare : Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger ; Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble...
Page 65 - The thane of Fife had a wife; where is she now? What, will these hands ne'er be clean? No more o' that, my lord, no more o' that: you mar all with this starting.
Page 68 - 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.
Page 156 - Yet nature is made better by no mean But nature makes that mean : so, over that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Page xxxvi - I have almost forgot the taste of fears. The time has been my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek, and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in't. I have supp'd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.
Page 36 - Enter MACBETH. How now, my lord ? why do you keep alone, \ Of sorriest fancies your companions making ? Using those thoughts which should indeed have died With them they think on ? Things without all remedy, Should be without regard : what's done is done.
Page 10 - 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...
Page 10 - tis strange : And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray 's In deepest consequence. Cousins, a word, I pray you. Macb. [Aside] Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme.
Page 117 - Twere now to be most happy, for I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Page 108 - twas wondrous pitiful : She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man ; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake : She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I lov'd her that she did pity them.