[Macbeth continued. Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme. Acti. Sc. 3. And make my seated heart knock at my ribs. Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. Nothing in his life Ibid. Became him like the leaving it; he died, There's no art To find the mind's construction in the face. Yet do I fear thy nature: Ibid. It is too full o' the milk of human kindness. Acti. Sc. 5. What thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win. Ibid. That no compunctious visitings of nature. Shake my fell purpose. Ibid. Your face, my Thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters: to beguile the time, Macbeth continued.] Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue; look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it. Acti. Sc. 5. Which shall to all our nights and days to come Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom. This castle hath a pleasant seat: the air Ibid. Act i. Sc. 6. The heaven's breath Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coigne of vantage, but this bird. Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle: Where they most breed and haunt, I have observ'd, The air is delicate. Ibid. If it were done, when 't is done, then 't were well We but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor. This even-handed jus tice Commends the ingredientsof our poison'dchalice To our own lips. Ibid. [Macbeth continued. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been Act i. Sc. 7. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent; but only Ibid. I dare do all that may become a man ; Ibid. But screw your courage to the sticking-place, Macbeth continued.] Shut up In measureless content. Act ii. Sc. I. 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 Ibid. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going. Ibid. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout. Ibid. Hear it not, Duncan ; for it is a knell Ibid. It was the owl that shrieked, the fatal bellman Which gives the stern'st good night. Confounds us. Ibid.1 The attempt, and not the deed, Ibid.1 I had most need of blessing, and "Amen" Ibid. Methought, I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep," the innocent sleep; Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, 1 Act ii. Sc. 1, White, Dyce, Staunton. Act ii. Sc. 2, Cambridge, Singer, Knight. [Macbeth continued. The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast. Act ii. Sc. 1.1 Confusion now hath made his master-piece. Ibid.2 The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees A falcon, towering in her pride of place, Ibid.2 and killed. Act ii. Sc. 2.3 I must become a borrower of the night, For a dark hour, or twain. Act iii. Sc. I. Upon my head they plac'd a fruitless crown; Ibid. 1 Act ii. Sc. 1, White, Dyce, Staunton. Act ii. Sc. 2, Cambridge, Singer, Knight. 2 Act ii. Sc. 1, White, Dyce. Act ii. Sc. 2, Staunton. Act ii. Sc. 3, Cambridge, Singer, Knight. 3 Act ii. Sc. 2, White, Dyce. Act ii. Sc. 3, Staunton Act ii. Sc. 4, Cambridge, Singer, Knight. |