Macb. What is the night? L. Macb. Almost at odds with morning, which is which. Macbeth. I am in blood Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more, My little spirit, see, Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. Act iii. Sc. 4. Ibid. Sc. 5. How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags! Ibid. What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom? 1 Let the air strike our tune, Whilst we show reverence to yond peeping moon. MIDDLETON: The Witch, act v. sc. 2. Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3. Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, Uproar the universal peace, confound All unity on earth. Ibid. Stands Scotland where it did? Ibid. Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak Ibid. What, all my pretty chickens and their dam Ibid. I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me. Ibid. Oh, I could play the woman with mine eyes Ibid. The night is long that never finds the day. Ibid. Out, damned spot! out, I say! Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? Ibid. All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Ibid. Act v. Sc. 1. Ibid. Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, I cannot taint with fear. My way of life Is fall'n into the sere, the yellow leaf; Sc. 3. Doct. Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, Macb. 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, Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3. Hang out our banners on the outward walls; The cry is still, "They come !" our castle's strength My fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir Ibid. Sc. 5. As life were in 't: I have supp'd full with horrors. Ibid. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Ibid. I pull in resolution, and begin To doubt the equivocation of the fiend That lies like truth: "Fear not, till Birnam wood Do come to Dunsinane." 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. Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. I bear a charmed life. And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd, Live to be the show and gaze o' the time. Lay on, Macduff, Ibid. Sc. 6. Sc. 8.1 Ibid.1 Ibid.1 And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!" For this relief much thanks: 't is bitter cold, Ibid.1 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 Ibid. And then it started like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. Ibid. Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, The extravagant and erring spirit hies To his confine. Ibid. 1 Act v. Sc. 7 in Singer and White. It faded on the crowing of the cock. Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1. So have I heard, and do in part believe it. 3 With an auspicious and a dropping eye, Ibid. Sc. 2. 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. Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not "seems." 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black. Ibid. But I have that within which passeth show; Ibid. "Tis a fault to Heaven, A fault against the dead, a fault to nature, To reason most absurd. Ibid. Oh, 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. 8 "One auspicious and one dropping eye" in Dyce, Singer, and Staunton. |