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1st Witch 2d Witch ATTENDANTs Banquo bear blood Bring Castle Chor comes crown dare death deed deep double dress Drums Duncan Enter Enter MACBETH Ereunt eyes face fail fear Fleance Flourish of Trumpets friends Gates Gent Give given goes hand hath head hear heart Heaven Hecate highness honour hope horror hour JMacb keep King Lady LADY MACBETH LENox light live look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff Mach Malcolm means meet mind murder nature night noble OFFICER once poor present Rosse royal Scene Scotland seems Seyton sight sleep soldier speak Spir spirits stand strange sword tell Thane of Cawdor thanks thee There's thine things thou thou art thought Thunder to-night trouble true truth wife wood worthy
第23页 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
第16页 - 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.
第15页 - The Prince of Cumberland! That is a step On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires! Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
第11页 - That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, And yet are on't ? Live you ? or are you aught That man may question ? You seem to understand me, By each at once her choppy finger laying Upon her skinny lips. — You should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so.
第39页 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! let the earth hide thee! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with ! Lady M.
第13页 - New honours come upon him, Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould But with the aid of use.
第32页 - They hailed him father to a line of kings : Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown, And put a barren sceptre in my gripe, Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand, No son of mine succeeding.
第56页 - I have almost forgot the taste of fears : The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.
第20页 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.