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... thane of Cawdor , began a dismal conflict ; Till that Bellona's bridegroom , lapp'd in proof , Confronted him with self - comparisons , Point against point , rebellious arm ' gainst arm , Curbing his lavish spirit : And , to conclude ...
... thane of Cawdor , began a dismal conflict ; Till that Bellona's bridegroom , lapp'd in proof , Confronted him with self - comparisons , Point against point , rebellious arm ' gainst arm , Curbing his lavish spirit : And , to conclude ...
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... thane of Glamis ! 2 Witch . All hail , Macbeth ! hail to thee , thane of Cawdor ! 3 Witch . All hail , Macbeth ! that shalt be king hereafter . Ban . Good Sir , why do you start ; and seem to fear Things that do sound so fair ? —I ' th ...
... thane of Glamis ! 2 Witch . All hail , Macbeth ! hail to thee , thane of Cawdor ! 3 Witch . All hail , Macbeth ! that shalt be king hereafter . Ban . Good Sir , why do you start ; and seem to fear Things that do sound so fair ? —I ' th ...
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... Cawdor ? the thane of Cawdor lives , A prosperous gentleman ; and , to be king , Stands not within the prospect of belief , No more than to be Cawdor . Say from whence You owe this strange intelligence ? or why Upon this blasted heath ...
... Cawdor ? the thane of Cawdor lives , A prosperous gentleman ; and , to be king , Stands not within the prospect of belief , No more than to be Cawdor . Say from whence You owe this strange intelligence ? or why Upon this blasted heath ...
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... thane of Cawdor too ; went it not so ? Ban . To th ' self - same tune , and words . Who's here ? Enter ROSSE and ANGUS . Rosse . The king hath happily receiv'd , Macbeth , The news of thy success : and when he reads Thy personal venture ...
... thane of Cawdor too ; went it not so ? Ban . To th ' self - same tune , and words . Who's here ? Enter ROSSE and ANGUS . Rosse . The king hath happily receiv'd , Macbeth , The news of thy success : and when he reads Thy personal venture ...
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... Thane of Cawdor : In which addition , hail , most worthy thane ! For it is thine . Ban . What , can the devil speak true ? Macb . The thane of Cawdor lives ; Why do you dress me in borrow'd robes ? who have noted Shakespeare's habit of ...
... Thane of Cawdor : In which addition , hail , most worthy thane ! For it is thine . Ban . What , can the devil speak true ? Macb . The thane of Cawdor lives ; Why do you dress me in borrow'd robes ? who have noted Shakespeare's habit of ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ANGUS antithesis Banquo bear Birnam Birnam wood blood brief candle Castle cauldron daggers dare dark death deed denotes Dict disposition Doct Donalbain Duncan Dunsinane Enter MACBETH evil excitement exclamation Exeunt Exit expression fear fight Fleance Gallowglasses Gent give Glamis grace hail hand Hark hath hear heart heaven HECATE honour king King of Scotland knock Lady MACDUFF LENOX limbeck live look lord Macb Macd Macduff Malcolm means metaphor mind murder nature nature's night noble numbers old copy original folio passage peace perfect SPY phrase poison'd pray reference Rosse SCENE Scone Scotland sensations sense sentence Shake Shakespeare signifies SIWARD sleep soldier speak speaker speech spirits Steevens strange supernatural sword term thane of Cawdor thee There's thine things thou thought tion tyrant utterance verse weird sisters whilst wind Winter's Tale Witch witchcraft word worthy would'st
Pasajes populares
Página 36 - I hear a knocking At the south entry : retire we to our chamber : A little water clears us of this deed : How easy is it, then ! Your constancy Hath left you unattended.
Página xiv - That which hath made them drunk, hath made me bold : What hath quench'd them, hath given me fire : — Hark !— Peace ! It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, Which gives the stern'st good-night.
Página 10 - I' 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, Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, Your favours, nor your hate.
Página 94 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Página 68 - 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. Third Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf. Witches...
Página 94 - 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 32 - Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse yo The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Página 17 - For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Página 53 - 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, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.
Página 97 - 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.