[Macbeth continued. Upon my head they plac'd a fruitless crown, Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand, Mur. Act iii. Sc. I. We are men, my liege. Mac. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men. Act iii. Sc. I. Things without all remedy, Should be without regard: what's done is done. Act iii. Sc. 2. We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it. Act iii. Sc. 2. Better be with the dead, Whom we to gain our peace have sent to peace, In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poi Now spurs the lated traveller apace, To gain the timely inn. But now, I am cabin'd, cribb'd, To saucy doubts and fears. Act iii. Sc. 3. confin'd, bound in Act iii. Sc. 4. Macbeth continued.] Now, good digestion wait on appetite, And health on both! Act iii. Sc. 4. Thou canst not say I did it: never shake Thy gory locks at me. Act iii. Sc. 4. The times have been, That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end; but now they rise again, Act iii. Sc. 4. Thou hast no speculation in those eyes, Which thou dost glare with! What man dare, I dare: Act iii. Sc. 4. Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger; Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble. Act iii. Sc. 4. And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder? Act iii. Sc. 4. Stand not upon the order of your going, But go at once. Act iii. Sc. 4. Double, double toil and trouble. Eye of newt, and toe of frog. Black spirits and white, [Macbeth continued. Act iv. Sc. I. Act iv. Sc. I. Act iv. Sc. I. By the pricking of my thumbs, Act iv. Sc. I. How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags? What! will the line stretch out to the crack of 1 This song is found entire in "The Witch" by Thomas Middleton, Act v. Sc. 2, (Works, ed. Dyce,) iii. 328, and is there called A charme Song about a Vessel. Macbeth continued.] Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. Act iv. Sc. 3. Stands Scotland where it did? Act iv. Sc. 3. Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Act iv. Sc. 3. What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam, At one fell swoop? Act iv. Sc. 3. I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me. Act iv. Sc. 3. O, I could play the woman with mine eyes, And braggart with my tongue! Out, damned spot! out, I say! Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and Act iv. Sc. 3. Act v. Sc. 1. afeard? Act v. Sc. I. All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. My way of life1 Act v. Sc. I. Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf; not. 1 Johnson would read, 'May of life.' [Macbeth continued. Doct. Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, That keep her from her rest. Macb. Cure her of that: Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd, Doct. Must minister to himself. Therein the patient Mach. Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it. Act v. Sc. 3. I would applaud thee to the very echo, Act v. Sc. 3. Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir, rors. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! |