 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 412 страници
...hack'd. Give me my armour. Scy. 'Tis not needed yet. Macb. I'll put it on. Send out more horses, skirr6 the country round; Hang those that talk of fear. —...stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart ? Duct. Therein the patient Must minister to himself. • Alacb. Throw physick to the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 558 страници
...Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, That keep her from her rest. Mac. Cure her of that: Canst thou not minister to a mind...stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart? Doct. Therein the patient Must minister to himself. Mac. Throw physick to the dogs,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 454 страници
...some of the commentators. » tie sear,] Scar is dry. Send out more horses, skirr the country round ;a Hang those that talk of fear. — Give me mine armour....stuffd bosom of that perilous stuff", Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct. Therein the patient Must minister to himself. Macb. Throw physick to the dogs,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 442 страници
...the commentators. * the sear,] Sear is dry. 6 G 2 Send out more horses, skirr the country round ;8 Hang those that talk of fear. — Give me mine armour....mind diseas'd; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet oblivious antidote, Cleanse the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 432 страници
...armour. Sey. 'Tis not needed yet. Macb. I'll put it on. Send out more horses, skirr the country round w ; Hang those that talk of fear.— Give me mine armour....mind diseas'd ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet oblivious antidote, Cleanse the... | |
 | James Boswell - 1807 - 562 страници
...I have been as a dying man all night." He then emphatically broke out in the words of Shakspeare, " Can'st thou not minister to a mind diseas'd ; " Pluck...stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff, " Which weighs upon the heart ?" To which Dr. Brocklesby readily answered, from the same great poet : therein the... | |
 | James Boswell - 1807 - 532 страници
...have been as a dying man all night." He then emphatically broke out in the words of Shakspeare, *' Can'st thou not minister to a mind diseas'd ; " Pluck...stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff, " Which weighs upon the heart?" To which Dr. Brocklesby readily answer'd, from the same great poet : • therein the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 346 страници
...round ; Hang those that tal k of fear. — Give me mine armour. — How does your patient, doctor ? As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, That...mind diseas'd; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet oblivious antidote, Cleanse the... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 454 страници
...the country round ; Hang those that talk of fear. [Exit SEYTON. How. does your patient, doctor? Phy. Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming...mind diseas'd ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet oblivious antidote, Cleanse the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 432 страници
...the country round ; Hang those that talk of fear. [Exit SEYTON. How does your patient, doctor? Phy. Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming...mind diseas'd ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet oblivious antidote, Cleanse the... | |
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Cure her of that: Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuffd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon... 
