Accepted Addresses; Or, Proemium Poetarum: To which are Added, Macbeth Travestie, in Three Acts, and Miscellanies, by Different HandsThomas Tegg, 1813 - 195 ページ |
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... ? Servant . The king comes here to - night . Lady Macbeth . { Thou'rt mad to say it . Servant . Mad ! oh no not quite 1 Your ladyship will find that I am right . A fellow - servant came here on the wing , 66 MACBETH TRAVESTIĘ .
... ? Servant . The king comes here to - night . Lady Macbeth . { Thou'rt mad to say it . Servant . Mad ! oh no not quite 1 Your ladyship will find that I am right . A fellow - servant came here on the wing , 66 MACBETH TRAVESTIĘ .
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... Come , gentlemen , be seated - pray make free . Lady Macbeth . Give all a hearty welcome , Sir , for me . Macbeth . I'll in the middle sit - in mirth abound , Aud help my friends to push the liquor round . MACBETH TRAVESTIE . Enter the ...
... Come , gentlemen , be seated - pray make free . Lady Macbeth . Give all a hearty welcome , Sir , for me . Macbeth . I'll in the middle sit - in mirth abound , Aud help my friends to push the liquor round . MACBETH TRAVESTIE . Enter the ...
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... another . 1. Murderer . He , royal sir , escaped us in the pother . Macbeth . Then comes my fit again - I'd else been whole , And founded as the rock ; but now my soul With saucy doubts and fears is rack'd and teased . 115.
... another . 1. Murderer . He , royal sir , escaped us in the pother . Macbeth . Then comes my fit again - I'd else been whole , And founded as the rock ; but now my soul With saucy doubts and fears is rack'd and teased . 115.
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... Come , royal sir , you do not give the cheer . ( The Ghost of Banquo rises and sits in Macbeth's chair . ) Macbeth . How happy we should be were Banquo here . Rosse . He ought to be asham'd his word to break . But , sir , your royal ...
... Come , royal sir , you do not give the cheer . ( The Ghost of Banquo rises and sits in Macbeth's chair . ) Macbeth . How happy we should be were Banquo here . Rosse . He ought to be asham'd his word to break . But , sir , your royal ...
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... Come as old Nick , or as a bugaboo ; ( 27 ) A fe - fa - fum that's terrible to view ; ( 28 ) Take any shape but that , and I'll be stout , Or , be alive again , and call me out ; ACT III . SCENE . - A dark Cave . MACBETH TRAVESTIE . 119.
... Come as old Nick , or as a bugaboo ; ( 27 ) A fe - fa - fum that's terrible to view ; ( 28 ) Take any shape but that , and I'll be stout , Or , be alive again , and call me out ; ACT III . SCENE . - A dark Cave . MACBETH TRAVESTIE . 119.
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ADDRESS Art thou Ballinderry Banquo bell bless bonnet boughs brave bright burlettas Carlisle wall CHARLES KINGSLEY CHARLES MACKAY cheek cried dead dear door doth ELIZA COOK Enter Macbeth eyes fair on Carlisle farewell fear Fleance friar give green things growing Gwenwynwyn hair hand happy haste hath head heart heaven hobby JOHNSON King kissed Lady Macbeth land Lenox light Lochinvar look Lord lover MACBETH TRAVESTIE Macduff maid maiden Malcolm morning mother mournfully Murderer Nautilus ne'er Netherby never night o'er Ochone old familiar faces poor pray river Dee Rolla rose round Royalty Theatre sail SAMUEL LOVER Servant sing Siward smile solitude of Binnorie song soul stay sun shines fair sure sweet tear tell Thane of Cawdor thee THEOBALD There's thine thou'st thought tree Twas Vauxhall violets wear wind woman word wou'd young
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146 ページ - Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
150 ページ - By this the storm grew loud apace; The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men — Their trampling sounded nearer. "Oh! haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, "Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
148 ページ - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
178 ページ - With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big, manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange, eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
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150 ページ - I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father." The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her, — When, oh ! too strong for human hand, The tempest gathered o'er her.
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145 ページ - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast...