An Essay on the Character of Macbeth

C. Mitchell, 1846 - 99 páginas

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Página 18 - [Exit. [Knocking within. Macb, Whence is that knocking? How is't with me, when every noise appals me ? What hands are here? Ha ! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand ? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one—red. Re-enter Lady Macbeth. Lady
Página 23 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill; cannot be good ; if ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature
Página 17 - Lady M. Consider it not so deeply. Macb. But wherefore could not I pronounce, amen ? I had most need of blessing, and amen Stuck in my throat. Lady M. These deeds must not be thought After these ways; so, it will make us mad. Macb. Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more
Página 58 - I have given suck ; and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums, And dashed the brains out, had I so sworn As you have done to this.
Página 86 - 1 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,
Página 25 - That, trusted home, Might yet enkindle you unto the crown, Besides the Thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange ; And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths ; Win us with honest trifles, to betray us •, , In deepest consequence.
Página 89 - notwithstanding her invocation to the spirits of murder to fill her ' from the crown to the toe, top-full of direst cruelty ;'—notwithstanding her assurance to Macbeth— ' I have given suck ; and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me : &c.
Página 45 - But, in these cases, We still have judgment here ; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poisoned chalice To our own lips.
Página 60 - When Duncan is asleep, (Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey Soundly invite him,) his two chamberlains Will I with wine and wassail so convince, That memory, the warder of the brain, Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason A limbeck only,

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