Macbeth continued.] Macb. Cure her of that: Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd, Doct. Must minister to himself. Therein the patient Macb. Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it. Act v. Sc. 3. I would applaud thee to the very echo, Ibid. Hang out our banners on the outward walls; The cry is still, They come. Our castle's strength Will laugh a siege to scorn. And my fell of hair Act v. Sc. 5. Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir, As life were in 't. I have supp'd full with hor rors. Ibid. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Ibid. [Macbeth continued. To doubt the equivocation of the fiend, That lies like truth: Fear not, till Birnam wood Do come to Dunsinane. I 'gin to be a-weary of the sun. Act v. Sc. 5. Ibid. Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we 'll die with harness on our back. I bear a charmed life. Ibid. Act v. Sc 7.1 And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd, That keep the word of promise to our ear, Ibid.1 Live to be the show and gaze o' the time. Ibid. Lay on, Macduff; And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!" HAMLET. Ibid. For this relief much thanks. Act i. Sc. 1. But in the gross and scope of mine opinion, This bodes some strange eruption to our State. Ibid. Does not divide the Sunday from the week. Ibid. Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day. Ibid. Act v. Sc. 7, White, Singer, Knight. Act v. Sc. 8, Cambridge, Dyce, Staunton. Hamlet continued.] In the most high and palmy state of Rome, The graves stood tenantless,and the sheeted dead. Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets. Act i. Sc. I. And then it started, like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, Ibid. Ibid. Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, Ibid. The morn, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill. Ibid. With one auspicious, and one dropping eye, With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in marriage, In equal scale weighing delight and dole. Acti. Sc. 2. The head is not more native to the heart. Ibid. A little more than kin, and less than kind. Ibid. Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not seems. 1 'can walk,' White, Knight. [Hamlet continued. But I have that within, which passeth show; These but the trappings and the suits of woe. Act i. Sc. 2. O, that this too, too solid flesh would melt, His canon 'gainst self-slaughter. O God! O God! Ibid. Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Ibid. Ibid. A beast, that wants discourse of reason. My father's brother, but no more like my father, Than I to Hercules. It is not, nor it cannot come to, good. Ibid. Ibid. Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral bak'd meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. Ibid. In my mind's eye, Horatio. Ibid. He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again. Ibid. Hamlet continued.] Season your admiration for a while. Act i. Sc. 2. In the dead vast and middle of the night. It was, as I have seen it in his life, A sable silvered. Ibid. Ibid. Let it be tenable in your silence still. Give it an understanding, but no tongue. Foul deeds will rise, Ibid. Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes. The chariest maid is prodigal enough, Ibid. Act i. Sc. 3. The canker galls the infants of the spring, Ibid. Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, And recks not his own rede. Give thy thoughts no tongue. Ibid. Ibid. |