Macbeth, from the text of S. Johnson and G. Steevens, revised |
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... hold thee to my heart . Ban . There if I grow , The harvest is your own . King . My plenteous joys , Wanton in fulness , seek to hide themselves In drops of sorrow . - Sons , kinsmen , thanes , And you whose places are the nearest ...
... hold thee to my heart . Ban . There if I grow , The harvest is your own . King . My plenteous joys , Wanton in fulness , seek to hide themselves In drops of sorrow . - Sons , kinsmen , thanes , And you whose places are the nearest ...
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... Hold , hold ! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor * ! Enter MACBETH . Greater than both , by the all - hail hereafter ! Thy letters have transported me beyond This ignorant present time * , and I feel now The future in the instant . Mac . My ...
... Hold , hold ! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor * ! Enter MACBETH . Greater than both , by the all - hail hereafter ! Thy letters have transported me beyond This ignorant present time * , and I feel now The future in the instant . Mac . My ...
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... Hold , take my sword : -There's husbandry in heaven , " Their candles are all out . - Take thee that too . " A heavy summons lies like lead upon me , And yet I would not sleep : * Merciful powers ! Restrain in me the cursed thoughts ...
... Hold , take my sword : -There's husbandry in heaven , " Their candles are all out . - Take thee that too . " A heavy summons lies like lead upon me , And yet I would not sleep : * Merciful powers ! Restrain in me the cursed thoughts ...
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... hold our tongues , That most may claim this argument for ours ? Don . What should be spoken here , Where our fate , hid within an augre - hole , May rush , and seize us ? Let's away , our tears Are not yet brew'd . 290 Mal . Nor our ...
... hold our tongues , That most may claim this argument for ours ? Don . What should be spoken here , Where our fate , hid within an augre - hole , May rush , and seize us ? Let's away , our tears Are not yet brew'd . 290 Mal . Nor our ...
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... hold a solemn supper , sir , And I'll request your presence . Ban . * Lay your highness ' Command upon me ; to the which , my duties Are with a most indissoluble tye For ever knit . Mac . Ride you this afternoon ? Ban . Ay , my good ...
... hold a solemn supper , sir , And I'll request your presence . Ban . * Lay your highness ' Command upon me ; to the which , my duties Are with a most indissoluble tye For ever knit . Mac . Ride you this afternoon ? Ban . Ay , my good ...
Términos y frases comunes
Alarum ANGUS Attendants Birnam wood bleed blood call'd CATHNESS cauldron charm Chor daggers dare dead death deed Doct Donalbain doth Drum and Colours Duncan Dunsinane dy'd enchantment Enter BANQUO Enter Lady MACBETH Enter MACBETH Enter MALCOLM Enter ROSSE Exeunt Exit father fear Fife fight Fleance friends Gent Give Glamis grace hail hand Hark hast hath hear heart heaven Hecate honour i'the is't kill'd king of Scotland Knock LENOX live look lord Macd Macduff murder nature night noble o'the poison'd poor pray Re-enter Saracens SCENE II SCENE SCENE Scotland Servant SEYTON shake Shakspere shalt shew SIWARD sleep Soldiers speak spirits strange sword thane of Cawdor thee There's thine things thither thou art thought three WITCHES Thunder to-night tongue traitor tyrant weird sisters What's Who's wife witchcraft worthy thane καὶ
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Página 42 - 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 place, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.
Página 6 - Live you ? or are you aught That man may question ? You seem to understand me, By each at once her choppy finger laying Upon her skinny lips. — You should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so.
Página 14 - 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.
Página 13 - Yet do I fear thy nature ; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way.
Página 42 - 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.
Página 16 - This guest of summer, The temple-haunting. martlet, does approve, By his lov'd mansionry, that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coigne of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed, and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt, I have observ'd, The air is delicate.
Página 15 - 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 !
Página 72 - Put on with holy prayers : and 'tis spoken, To the succeeding royalty he leaves The healing benediction. With this strange virtue, He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy ; And sundry blessings hang about his throne, That speak him full of grace.
Página 82 - Cure her of that: Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuffd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart?
Página 5 - The weird sisters, hand in hand, Posters of the sea and land, Thus do go about, about: Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine, And thrice again, to make up nine.