Shakespeare's Tragedy of Macbeth: With Locke's Music; Arranged for Representation at the Princess's Theatre, with Historical and Explanatory Notes

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J. K. Chapman, 1853 - 92 ページ
 

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40 ページ - Macbeth. 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 incarnardine, 7 Making the green—one red. Re-enter LADY MACBETH,
54 ページ - restless ecstacy. 4 Duncan is in his grave ; After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well ; Treason has done his worst ; nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further. Lady M. Come on ; Gentle, my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks, Be bright and jovial 'mong your guests to-night. Macbeth.
84 ページ - 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, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not. Seyton ! Enter SEYTON, R. Sey. What is your gracious pleasure
22 ページ - Cannot be ill ; cannot be good :—If ill, *Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am Thane of Cawdor ; 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 ? Present fears
87 ページ - I have almost forgot the taste of fears: The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek ; and my fell ' of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir As life were in't : I have supp'd full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me.— Re-enter
60 ページ - keep the natural ruby of your cheeks, When mine are blanch'd with fear. Ros. What sights, my lord ? Lady M. I pray you, speak not ; he grows worse and worse ; Question enrages him : at once, good night :— Stand not upon the order of your going, But go at once. A kind good night to all
42 ページ - Macbeth. 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. Enter
29 ページ - And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, hors'd Upon the sightless couriers of the air, 4 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'er-leaps itself, And falls on
66 ページ - Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell broth boil and bubble. All.
21 ページ - 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.— Cousins, a word, I pray you.

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