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Go, get him surgeons. [Erit Soldier, attended. Enter RossE. Who comes here P .
Mal. The worthy thane of Rosse. Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! So •
should he look, - That seems to speak things strange.” Rosse. God save the king!
Go, get him surgeons. [Erit Soldier, attended. Enter RossE. Who comes here P .
Mal. The worthy thane of Rosse. Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! So •
should he look, - That seems to speak things strange.” Rosse. God save the king!
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Rosse. That now - Sweno,” the Norway's king, craves composition; Nor would we
deign him burial of his men, Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes' Inch,” Ten
thousand dollars to our general use. Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall
deceive ...
Rosse. That now - Sweno,” the Norway's king, craves composition; Nor would we
deign him burial of his men, Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes' Inch,” Ten
thousand dollars to our general use. Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall
deceive ...
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Rosse. The king hath happily. here P 1 “Sinel.” The late Dr. Beattie conjectured
that the real name of this family was Sinane, and that Dunsinane, or the hill of
Sinane, thence derived its name. . 2 The insane root was probably henbane.
Rosse. The king hath happily. here P 1 “Sinel.” The late Dr. Beattie conjectured
that the real name of this family was Sinane, and that Dunsinane, or the hill of
Sinane, thence derived its name. . 2 The insane root was probably henbane.
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Rosse. The king hath happily received, Macbeth, The news of thy success; and
when he reads Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight, His wonders and his
praises do contend, Which should be thine, or his : Silenced with that," In viewing
o'er ...
Rosse. The king hath happily received, Macbeth, The news of thy success; and
when he reads Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight, His wonders and his
praises do contend, Which should be thine, or his : Silenced with that," In viewing
o'er ...
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Enter MACBETH, BANQUo, RossE, and ANGUs. The sin of my ingratitude even
now Was heavy on me; thou art so far before, That swiftest wing of recompense is
slow To overtake thee. "Would thou hadst less deserved; That the proportion ...
Enter MACBETH, BANQUo, RossE, and ANGUs. The sin of my ingratitude even
now Was heavy on me; thou art so far before, That swiftest wing of recompense is
slow To overtake thee. "Would thou hadst less deserved; That the proportion ...
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THE DRAMATIC WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE; ILLISTRATED: EMBRACING A LIFE OF ... Vista completa - 1851 |
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Página 206 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had lived a 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.
Página 319 - I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had ; a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again ; And with my hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief?
Página 198 - 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. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Página 65 - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er 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.
Página 445 - I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world: And for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it; yet I'll hammer it out. My brain I'll prove the female to my soul; My soul the father: and these two beget A generation of still-breeding thoughts, And these same thoughts people this little world, In humours like the people of this world, For no thought is contented.
Página 552 - Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk ! When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound ; But now, two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough : — this earth, that bears thee dead, Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.