Charles Kemble's Shakspere readings, a selection of the plays as read by him in public, ed. by R.J. Lane, Том 3 |
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... Macb . So foul and fair a day I have not seen . Ban . How far is't call'd to Forres ? -What are these , So wither'd , and so wild in their attire ; That look not like the inhabitants o ' the earth , And yet are on't ? -Live you ? or are ...
... Macb . So foul and fair a day I have not seen . Ban . How far is't call'd to Forres ? -What are these , So wither'd , and so wild in their attire ; That look not like the inhabitants o ' the earth , And yet are on't ? -Live you ? or are ...
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... Macb . Your children shall be kings . Ban . Macb . And thane of Cawdor too ; went it not so ? Ban . To th ' selfsame tune , and words . But who is here ? Enter ROSSE and Others . Rosse . The king hath happily receiv'd , Macbeth , The ...
... Macb . Your children shall be kings . Ban . Macb . And thane of Cawdor too ; went it not so ? Ban . To th ' selfsame tune , and words . But who is here ? Enter ROSSE and Others . Rosse . The king hath happily receiv'd , Macbeth , The ...
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... Macb . 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 deserves to lose . For treasons prov'd Have overthrown him . Macb ...
... Macb . 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 deserves to lose . For treasons prov'd Have overthrown him . Macb ...
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... Macb . Come what come may ; Time and the hour runs through the roughest day . Ban . Worthy Macbeth , we stay upon your leisure . Macb . Give me your favour : —my dull brain was wrought With things forgot . Kind gentlemen , your pains ...
... Macb . Come what come may ; Time and the hour runs through the roughest day . Ban . Worthy Macbeth , we stay upon your leisure . Macb . Give me your favour : —my dull brain was wrought With things forgot . Kind gentlemen , your pains ...
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... Macb . The service and the loyalty I owe , Your highness ' part In doing , pays itself . Is to receive our duties and our duties Are to your throne and state , children , and servants ; Which do but what they should , by doing every ...
... Macb . The service and the loyalty I owe , Your highness ' part In doing , pays itself . Is to receive our duties and our duties Are to your throne and state , children , and servants ; Which do but what they should , by doing every ...
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Alarum Anne Aufidius Banquo bear beseech blood brother Buck Buckingham cardinal Catesby Cawdor Clarence Cominius Coriolanus cousin Crom dare death doth Duch duke Duke of BURGUNDY Duke of Norfolk Eliz England Enter King Enter MACBETH Exeunt Exit eyes fair fear Fleance Fluellen France friends give Gloster grace Harfleur hast hath hear heart heaven honour Kate Kath Katharine King HENRY King Richard king's Lady Lady MACBETH liege live look lord Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings Macb Macd Macduff Macedon madam majesty Marcius Menenius Mess mother night noble numbers peace Pist poor pray Prince queen Rich Richmond Rome Rosse shalt SICINIUS sleep soldier soul speak sword tell thane thank thee There's thine thou to-morrow tongue tribunes unto voice Volsces Volscians VOLUMNIA wife Witch Wolsey York
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Страница 716 - This supernatural soliciting 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...
Страница 736 - But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams, That shake us nightly : better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.
Страница 722 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, 'With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here. But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come...
Страница 723 - 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 should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
Страница 719 - It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great; Art not without ambition; but without The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'dst have, great Glamis, That which cries, "Thus thou must do, if thou have it: And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone.
Страница 658 - A made a finer end, and went away, an it had been any christom child ; 'a parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide : for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers...
Страница 752 - The thane of Fife had a wife; where is she now? What, will these hands ne'er be clean? No more o' that, my lord, no more o' that: you mar all with this starting.
Страница 683 - That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart ; his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us.
Страница 918 - Farewell ! a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him . The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Страница 922 - O father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity!