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See , see ; what a man you are now ! there is no other way , but to tell the king ,
she's a changeling , and none of your flesh and blood . Shep . Nay , but hear me .
Clo . Nay , but hear me . Shep . Go to then . Clo . She being none of your flesh ...
See , see ; what a man you are now ! there is no other way , but to tell the king ,
she's a changeling , and none of your flesh and blood . Shep . Nay , but hear me .
Clo . Nay , but hear me . Shep . Go to then . Clo . She being none of your flesh ...
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You are , and do not know it : The spring , the head , the fountain of your blood Is
stopp'd ; the very source of it is stopp'd . Macd . Your royal father's murder'd . Mal .
0 , by whom ? Len . Those of his chamber , as it seem'd , had done't : Their ...
You are , and do not know it : The spring , the head , the fountain of your blood Is
stopp'd ; the very source of it is stopp'd . Macd . Your royal father's murder'd . Mal .
0 , by whom ? Len . Those of his chamber , as it seem'd , had done't : Their ...
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To Ireland , I ; our separated fortune Shall keep us both the safer : where we are ,
There's daggers in men's smiles : the near in blood , The nearer bloody 16 . Mal .
This murderous shaft that's shot , Hath not yet lighted 17 ; and our safest way 15 ...
To Ireland , I ; our separated fortune Shall keep us both the safer : where we are ,
There's daggers in men's smiles : the near in blood , The nearer bloody 16 . Mal .
This murderous shaft that's shot , Hath not yet lighted 17 ; and our safest way 15 ...
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Their armours , that march'd hence so silver - bright , Hither return all gilt with
Frenchmen's blood ” ; There stuck no plume in any English crest , That is
removed by a staff of France ; Our colours do return in those same hands That did
display ...
Their armours , that march'd hence so silver - bright , Hither return all gilt with
Frenchmen's blood ” ; There stuck no plume in any English crest , That is
removed by a staff of France ; Our colours do return in those same hands That did
display ...
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Blood hath bought blood , and blows have answer'd blows ; Strength match'd
with strength , and power confronted power : Both are alike ; and both alike we
like . One must prove greatest ; while they weigh so even , We hold our town for ...
Blood hath bought blood , and blows have answer'd blows ; Strength match'd
with strength , and power confronted power : Both are alike ; and both alike we
like . One must prove greatest ; while they weigh so even , We hold our town for ...
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appears arms Attendants Bast bear better blood born breath bring brother Camillo cause child comes dead death doth Dromio Duke England Enter Exeunt eyes face fair father fear France give gone hand hast hath head hear heart heaven Henry hold Holinshed honour hour husband I'll John keep king Lady land leave Leon live look lord Macb Macbeth Macd master means mind mother murder nature never night old copy once passage Paul peace play poor pray present prince queen reads Rosse SCENE seems sense Shakspeare sleep soul speak spirit stand stay sweet tell thee thine thing thou thou art thought tongue true wife Witch
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Página 328 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Página 242 - The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest: I see thee still.
Página 436 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Página 398 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Página 75 - Say there be ; Yet nature is made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean : so, o'er that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art ~\\ hich does mend nature, — change it rather ; but The art itself is nature.
Página 230 - The effect, and it. Come to .my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances 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 ! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH.
Página 77 - What you do Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever : when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o...
Página 273 - Blood hath been shed ere now, i'the olden time, Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear: the times have been, That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end: but now, they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools: This is more strange Than such a murder is.
Página 253 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time ; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys: renown, and grace, is dead; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Página 236 - d yourself ? hath it slept since ? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and...
Información bibliográfica
| Título | The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Winter's tale. Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King John Volumen4 de The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, Samuel Weller Singer |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Ilustrado por | Thomas Stothard |
| Editor | C. Whittingham, 1826 |
| Procedencia del original | Biblioteca Pública de Nueva York |
| Digitalizado | 29 Dic. 2006 |
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