 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...  Putnam's Monthly - 269 페이지1854전체보기 - 도서 정보
 | Bernice W. Kliman - 2004 - 260 페이지
...Present fears Are less than [hesitates] horrible imaginings. My thought, whose [hesitates] murther yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, That function is smother 'd in surmise, And nothing is, but what is not. (I.iii.137— 42) But Williamson's Macbeth... | |
 | Laurie Maguire - 2003 - 260 페이지
...The common denominator of these three parts is fear. Thinking about Duncan's murder causes fear: it "doth unfix my hair / And make my seated heart knock at my ribs" (1.3.135-6). Murdering Duncan causes fear: "I am afraid to think what I have done; / Look on't again... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2005 - 900 페이지
...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...that function Is smothered in surmise, and nothing is But what is not. BANQUO Look how our partner's rapt. MACBETH If chance will have me king, why, chance... | |
 | Niels Bugge Hansen, Søs Haugaard - 2005 - 170 페이지
...externalised emotion becomes part of Macbeth's and the audience's dramatic understanding of his journey: Why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image...state of man that function Is smothered in surmise, nothing is But what is not. (1.3. 133-41) These are difficult words which might leave the audience... | |
 | Mark Van Doren - 2005 - 340 페이지
...his mind until it is too big for its place, and his heart beats as if it were choking in its chamber. Why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image...Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings. My thoughts, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man that function Is smother'd... | |
 | 2005 - 68 페이지
...success. Commencing in a truth? l am Thane of Cawdor. lf good, why do l yield to that suggestion 135 Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my...imaginings. My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical. 140 Shakes so my single state of man, That function is smother'd in surmise, And nothing is, but what... | |
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