The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Macbeth. Act . Sc. 2.1 Ibid.! Infirm of purpose! 'Tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. 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 Ibid.1 Confusion now hath made his masterpiece! Ibid.3 The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence Ibid. The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Ibid.2 Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious, Ibid. There's daggers in men's smiles. Ibid. A falcon, towering in her pride of place, Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd. Sc. 4.3 Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up I must become a borrower of the night 1 Act ii. sc. 1 in Dyce, Staunton, and White. 2 Act ii. sc. 1 in Dyce and White; Act ii. sc. 2 in Staunton. Act ii. sc. 2 in Dyce and White; Act ii. sc. 3 in Staunton. Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 1 Let every man be master of his time Till seven at night. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1. Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown, And put a barren sceptre in my gripe, Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand, Mur. Ibid We are men, my liege. Mac. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men. Ibid. Things without all remedy Should be without regard; what's done is done. We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it. Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave; Treason has done his worst; nor steel, nor poison, Can touch him further. Sc. 2. Ibid Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, 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 But now I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confined, bound in 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, Ibid. I drink to the general joy o' the whole table. Ibid. What man dare, I dare: Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, 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, Ibid. L. Macb. Almost at odds with morning, which is which. I am in blood Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4. Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er. My little spirit, see, Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. Ibid. Sc. B. 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 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, Ibid O, 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. As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have; but in their stead Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Sc. 3. Ibid. |