The Stratford Shakspere: Macbeth. Coriolanus. Julius Caesar. Antony & Cleopatra. Cymbeline. Troilus & CressidaC:Griffin & Company, 1867 |
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... ( Worthy to be a rebel ; for , to that , The multiplying villainies of nature Do swarm upon him ) from the western isles Of kernes and gallowglasses is supplied ; And fortune , on his damned quarry smiling , Show'd like a rebel's whore ...
... ( Worthy to be a rebel ; for , to that , The multiplying villainies of nature Do swarm upon him ) from the western isles Of kernes and gallowglasses is supplied ; And fortune , on his damned quarry smiling , Show'd like a rebel's whore ...
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... worthy thane ? ROSSE . From Fife , great king , Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky , And fan our people cold . Norway himself , with terrible numbers , Assisted by that most disloyal traitor The thane of Cawdor , began a dismal ...
... worthy thane ? ROSSE . From Fife , great king , Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky , And fan our people cold . Norway himself , with terrible numbers , Assisted by that most disloyal traitor The thane of Cawdor , began a dismal ...
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... worthy thane ! For it is thine . BAN . What , can the devil speak true ? MAC . The thane of Cawdor lives : Why do you dress me In borrow'd robes ? ANG . Who was the thane , lives yet ; But under heavy judgment bears that life Which he ...
... worthy thane ! For it is thine . BAN . What , can the devil speak true ? MAC . The thane of Cawdor lives : Why do you dress me In borrow'd robes ? ANG . Who was the thane , lives yet ; But under heavy judgment bears that life Which he ...
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... Worthy Macbeth , we stay upon your leisure . MACB . Give me your favour : - My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten . Kind gentlemen , your pains are register'd Where every day I turn the leaf to read them.— Let us toward the ...
... Worthy Macbeth , we stay upon your leisure . MACB . Give me your favour : - My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten . Kind gentlemen , your pains are register'd Where every day I turn the leaf to read them.— Let us toward the ...
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... worthy Cawdor ! MACB . [ Aside . ] The prince of Cumberland ! -That is a step On which I must fall down , or else o'er - leap , For in my way it lies . Stars , hide your fires ! Let not light see my black and deep desires : The eye wink ...
... worthy Cawdor ! MACB . [ Aside . ] The prince of Cumberland ! -That is a step On which I must fall down , or else o'er - leap , For in my way it lies . Stars , hide your fires ! Let not light see my black and deep desires : The eye wink ...
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Achilles AGAM Agamemnon AJAX Appears Aufidius Banquo bear blood Brutus Cæsar call'd CASCA Cassius CHAR Charmian CLEO Cleopatra Cominius Coriolanus CRES Cressida Cymbeline dead death deed Diomed doth ENOBARBUS Enter EROS Exeunt Exit eyes Farewell fear fight fool friends give gods GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven HECT Hector Henry Holinshed honour IACH Imogen Julius Cæsar king lady Lepidus look lord Lucius MACB Macbeth MACD madam Marcius Mark Antony MESS night noble Octavia Pandarus Patroclus peace Pisanio poet Pompey Posthumus pray prince Prithee queen Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE Shakspere Shakspere's sleep soldier speak stand sweet sword tell thee THER there's Thersites thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius Troilus Troy ULYSS unto Volces What's WITCH word worthy ΜΕΝ
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Страница 243 - Set in a note-book, learn'd and conn'd by rote, To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep My spirit from mine eyes ! — There is my dagger, And here my naked breast; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold : If that thou beest a Roman, take it forth.
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