Doct. Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, That keep her from her rest. Mach. Which weighs upon the heart? Doct. Must minister to himself. Therein the patient Macb. Throw physic to the dogs: I'll none of it. I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud again. Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3. Hang out our banners on the outward walls; The cry is still, "They come !" our castle's strength Will laugh a siege to scorn. My fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in 't: I have supp'd full with horrors. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, I pull in resolution, and begin To doubt the equivocation of the fiend That lies like truth: "Fear not, till Birnam wood Ibid. Sc. 5. Ibid. Ibid Ibid. I gin to be aweary of the sun. Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5. Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back. Ibid. Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. Sc. 6. I bear a charmed life. Sc. 8.1 And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd, Live to be the show and gaze o' the time. Lay on, Macduff, Ibid. Ibid. And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!" For this relief much thanks: 't is bitter cold, Ibid. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1. But in the gross and scope of my opinion, Whose sore task Does not divide the Sunday from the week. This sweaty haste Ibid. Ibid. Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day. Ibid. In the most high and palmy state of Rome, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets. Ibid. It faded on the crowing of the cock. Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2 So have I heard, and do in part believe it. The memory be green. Ibid. Sc. 2. With an auspicious and a dropping eye,3 With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage, Ibid. The head is not more native to the heart. Ibid. A little more than kin, and less than kind. Ibid. All that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity. Ibid. nay, Seems, madam! But I have that within which passeth show; "Tis a fault to Heaven, I know not "seems." Ibid. Ibid. A fault against the dead, a fault to nature, To reason most absurd. Ibid O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd 1 "Can walk" in White 2 "Eastern hill" in Dyce, Singer, Staunton, and White. 3 "One auspicious and one dropping eye " in Dyce, Singer, and Staunton His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God! That it should come to this! Hamlet. Act i Sc. 2. Ibid. Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother, Why, she would hang on him, Ibid. My father's brother, but no more like my father Ibid. It is not nor it cannot come to good. Ibid. Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats In the dead vast and middle of the night. Ibid. Arm'd at point exactly, cap-a-pe.' Ibid. A countenance more in sorrow than in anger. Ibid. "Armed at all points" in Singer and White, While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred. Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve. Ibid. Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes. Ibid. A violet in the youth of primy nature, The perfume and suppliance of a minute. Sc. 3. The chariest maid is prodigal enough, And recks not his own rede.1 Give thy thoughts no tongue. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, 1 And may you better reck the rede, Than ever did the adviser. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. BURNS: Epistle to a Young Friend. 2 "Hooks" in Singer. Ibid |