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With his surcease success; that but this blow
But in these cases
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off ; And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself, And falls on the other.
Ibid. I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people.
Ibid. Letting “I dare not” wait upon “I would,” Like the poor cat i' the adage.
Ibid. I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none.
Ibid. Nor time nor place Did then adhere.
Ibid. Macb. If we should fail ? Lady M.
We fail! But screw your courage to the sticking-place, And we 'll not fail.
1 See Heywood, page 14.
Memory, the warder of the brain.
Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7. There's husbandry in heaven; Their candles are all out.
Act ü. Sc. 1.
In measureless content.
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
Ibid. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going. Ibid.
Now o'er the one half-world Nature seems dead.
Ibid. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout.
Ibid. The bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven or to hell.
Ibid. It was the owl that shriek’d, the fatal bellman, Which gives the stern'st good-night.
Sc. 2.1 The attempt and not the deed Confounds us.
Ibid. 1 I had most need of blessing, and “ Amen” Stuck in my throat.
Ibid.1 Methought I heard a voice cry, “Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep!” the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care,
1 Act ii. sc. 1 in Dyce, Staunton, and White.
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,
Macbeth. Act ü. Sc. 2.1 Infirm of purpose !
Ibid. 1 'Tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil.
Ibid. 1 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.
Ibid. 1 The labour we delight in physics pain.
Sc. 3.2 Dire combustion and confused events New hatch'd to the woful time.
Ibid.2 Tongue nor heart Cannot conceive nor name thee!
Ibid.2 Confusion now hath made his masterpiece! Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence The life o' the building !
Ibid.2 The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Ibid.2 Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment ?
Ibid.2 There's daggers in men's smiles.
Ibid.2 A falcon, towering in her pride of place, Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd. Sc. 4.8 Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up Thine own life's means !
Ibid. I must become a borrower of the night For a dark hour or twain.
Act iii. Sc. 1.
1 Act ii. sc. 1 in Dyce, Staunton, and White.
Let every man be master of his time
Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1.
We are men, my liege.
Ibid. So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune, That I would set my life on any chance, To mend it, or be rid on’t.
Ibid. Things without all remedy Should be without regard ; what's done is done. Sc. 2, We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it.
we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace,
Ibid. In them Nature's copy's not eterne.
Ibid. A deed of dreadful note.
Ibid. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, Till thou applaud the deed.
Ibid. Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill. Ibid. Now spurs the lated traveller apace To gain the timely inn.
But now I am cabin'd, cribb’d, confined, bound in
Macbeth. Act ïï. Sc. 4.
Ibid. Thou canst not say I did it; never shake Thy gory locks at me.
Ibid. The air-drawn dagger.
Ibid. The time has 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.
Ibid. I drink to the general joy o' the whole table.
Ibid. Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with!
Ibid. A thing of custom, - 't is no other; Oply it spoils the pleasure of the time.
Ibid. What man dare, I dare: Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger, Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble.
Ibid. Hence, horrible shadow ! Unreal mockery, hence !
Ibid. You have displac'd the mirth, broke the good meeting, With most admir'd disorder.
Ibid. Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder ?
Ibid. Stand not upon the order of your going, But go at once.