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152 ページ - though this also is in my thoughts, as bestowing favour upon the roses, that so they might not be withered.' IV. But thou thereon didst only breathe, - And sent'st it back to me, Since when it grows and smells I swear Not of itself, but thee. PHIL. LETTER XxXI.
155 ページ - I' th' shipman's card. I will drain him dry as hay, Sleep shall neither night nor day Hang upon his pent-house lid; He shall live a man forbid; Weary sev'n-nights nine times nine Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine; Tho" his bark cannot be lost, Yet it shall be tempest tost. Look, what I have.
134 ページ - Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond, Which keeps me pale. Light thickens, and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood. Good things of day begin to droop and drowse,
152 ページ - as soon as I behold thee, thirst, and taking hold of the cup, do not, indeed, apply that to my lips for drink, but thee.' III. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee, . As giving it a hope that there It might not withered be. PHIL. LETTER xXX.
157 ページ - Witch's mummy, maw and gulf Of the ravening salt-sea shark, Root of hemlock, dig'd i' the dark; Liver of blaspheming Jew, Gall of goat, and slips of yew Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse, Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips, Finger of birth-strangled babe Ditch delivered of a drab, Make the gruel thick and slab; Add thereto a tiger's
125 ページ - of the act, and honour jointly with nature assails him with an argument of double force— He's here in double trust; First as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then as his host Who shou'd against the
155 ページ - A drum, a drum ! Macbeth doth come. All. The weird sisters hand in hand, Posters of the sea and land, Thus do go about, about, Thrice to thine and thrice to mine, And thrice again to make up nine. Peace! the charm's wound up.
120 ページ - Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous, To set my brother Clarence and the king In deadly hate the one against the other. He observes no gradations in guilt, expresses no hesitation, practises no refinements, but plunges into blood with the familiarity of long custom, and gives orders to his assassins to
123 ページ - WE are now to attend Macbeth to the perpetration of the murder, which puts him in possession of the crown of Scotland: and this introduces a new personage on the scene, his accomplice and wife : she thus developes her own character— Come, all you spirits, That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe topful