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It is not meet you know how Caesar loved you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men;And being men, hearing the will of Caesar,It will inflame you, it will make you mad. ’Tis good you know not that you are his heirs;For if you should, O, what would come of it? FOURTH CITIZEN. Read the will! We’ll hear it, Antony... |
ANTONY. Where is he? SERVANT. He and Lepidus are at Caesar’s house. ANTONY. And thither will I straight to visit him. He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry,And in this mood will give us anything. SERVANT. I heard him say Brutus and CassiusAre rid like madmen through the gates of Rome. ANTONY. Belike they had some noti... |
A word, Lucilius;How he received you, let me be resolv’d. LUCILIUS. With courtesy and with respect enough,But not with such familiar instances,Nor with such free and friendly conference,As he hath us’d of old. BRUTUS. Thou hast describ’dA hot friend cooling. Ever note, Lucilius,When love begins to sicken and decayIt us... |
BRUTUS. I do not like your faults. CASSIUS. A friendly eye could never see such faults. BRUTUS. A flatterer’s would not, though they do appearAs huge as high Olympus. CASSIUS. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,For Cassius is a-weary of the world:Hated by one he loves; brav’d by ... |
Hear you aught of her in yours? MESSALA. No, my lord. BRUTUS. Now as you are a Roman, tell me true. MESSALA. Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell,For certain she is dead, and by strange manner. BRUTUS. Why, farewell, Portia. We must die, Messala. With meditating that she must die once,I have the patience to endure i... |
Claudius! LUCIUS. The strings, my lord, are false. BRUTUS. He thinks he still is at his instrument. Lucius, awake! LUCIUS. My lord? BRUTUS. Didst thou dream, Lucius, that thou so criedst out? LUCIUS. My lord, I do not know that I did cry. BRUTUS. Yes, that thou didst. Didst thou see anything? LUCIUS. Nothing, my lord. ... |
Believe not so. CASSIUS. I but believe it partly,For I am fresh of spirit, and resolv’dTo meet all perils very constantly. BRUTUS. Even so, Lucilius. CASSIUS. Now, most noble Brutus,The gods today stand friendly, that we may,Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age! But, since the affairs of men rest still incertain,Le... |
But, hold thee, take this garland on thy brow;Thy Brutus bid me give it thee, and IWill do his bidding. Brutus, come apace,And see how I regarded Caius Cassius. By your leave, gods. This is a Roman’s part. Come, Cassius’ sword, and find Titinius’ heart. [_Dies. _] Alarum. Enter Brutus, Messala, young Cato, Strato, Volu... |
So fare you well at once; for Brutus’ tongueHath almost ended his life’s history. Night hangs upon mine eyes; my bones would rest,That have but labour’d to attain this hour. [_Alarums. Cry within, “Fly, fly, fly! ”. _]CLITUS. Fly, my lord, fly! BRUTUS. Hence! I will follow. [_Exeunt Clitus, Dardanius and Volumnius. _]I... |
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As near as I could sift him on that argument, On some apparent danger seen in him Aim'd at your Highness-no inveterate malice. KING RICHARD. Then call them to our presence: face to face And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear The accuser and the accused freely speak. High-stomach'd are they both ... |
Thou dost consent In some large measure to thy father's death In that thou seest thy wretched brother die, Who was the model of thy father's life. Call it not patience, Gaunt-it is despair; In suff'ring thus thy brother to be slaught'red, Thou showest the naked pathway to thy life, Teaching stern m... |
Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, Stands here for God, his sovereign, and himself, On pain to be found false and recreant, To prove the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray, A traitor to his God, his King, and him; And dares him to set forward to the fight. SECOND HERALD. Here standeth Thomas Mowbray,... |
Go, say I sent thee forth to purchase honour, And not the King exil'd thee; or suppose Devouring pestilence hangs in our air And thou art flying to a fresher clime. Look what thy soul holds dear, imagine it To lie that way thou goest, not whence thou com'st. Suppose the singing birds musicians, The... |
No, misery makes sport to mock itself: Since thou dost seek to kill my name in me, I mock my name, great king, to flatter thee. KING RICHARD. Should dying men flatter with those that live? GAUNT. No, no; men living flatter those that die. KING RICHARD. Thou, now a-dying, sayest thou flatterest me. GAUNT. O, n... |
Nay, speak thy mind; and let him ne'er speakmore That speaks thy words again to do thee harm! WILLOUGHBY. Tends that thou wouldst speak to the Duke ofHereford? If it be so, out with it boldly, man; Quick is mine ear to hear of good towards him. ROSS. No good at all that I can do for him; Unless you call i... |
Here am I left to underprop his land, Who, weak with age, cannot support myself. Now comes the sick hour that his surfeit made; Now shall he try his friends that flatter'd him. [Enter a SERVINGMAN] SERVINGMAN. My lord, your son was gone before I came. YORK. He was-why so go all which way it ... |
BOLINGBROKE. I thank thee, gentle Percy; and be sure I count myself in nothing else so happy As in a soul rememb'ring my good friends; And as my fortune ripens with thy love, It shall be still thy true love's recompense. My heart this covenant makes, my hand thus seals it. NORTHUMBERLAND. How far is it ... |
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I warrant they have made peace with Bolingbroke. SCROOP. Peace have they made with him indeed, my lord. KING RICHARD. O villains, vipers, damn'd without redemption! Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man! Snakes, in my heart-blood warm'd, that sting my heart! Three Judases, each one thrice worse than Judas! ... |
Behold, his eye, As bright as is the eagle's, lightens forth Controlling majesty. Alack, alack, for woe, That any harm should stain so fair a show! KING RICHARD. [To NORTHUMBERLAND] We are amaz'd; and thus long have we stood To watch the fearful bending of thy knee, Because we thought ourself thy l... |
LADY. Of either, madam. QUEEN. Of neither, girl; For if of joy, being altogether wanting, It doth remember me the more of sorrow; Or if of grief, being altogether had, It adds more sorrow to my want of joy; For what I have I need not to repeat, And what I want it boots not to complain. LADY. Madam, ... |
ANOTHER LORD. I task the earth to the like, forsworn Aumerle; And spur thee on with full as many lies As may be halloa'd in thy treacherous ear From sun to sun. There is my honour's pawn; Engage it to the trial, if thou darest. AUMERLE. Who sets me else? By heaven, I'll throw at all! I have a thousand s... |
KING RICHARD. Your cares set up do not pluck my cares down. My care is loss of care, by old care done; Your care is gain of care, by new care won. The cares I give I have, though given away; They tend the crown, yet still with me they stay. BOLINGBROKE. Are you contented to resign the crown? KING RICHARD.... |
You holy clergymen, is there no plot To rid the realm of this pernicious blot? ABBOT. My lord, Before I freely speak my mind herein, You shall not only take the sacrament To bury mine intents, but also to effect Whatever I shall happen to devise. I see your brows are full of discontent, Your heart... |
[Enter AUMERLE] DUCHESS. Welcome, my son. Who are the violets now That strew the green lap of the new come spring? AUMERLE. Madam, I know not, nor I greatly care not. God knows I had as lief be none as one. YORK. Well, bear you well in this new spring of time, Lest you be cropp'd before you come to prime. ... |
He is as like thee as a man may be Not like to me, or any of my kin, And yet I love him. YORK. Make way, unruly woman! [Exit] DUCHESS. After, Aumerle! Mount thee upon his horse; Spur post, and get before him to the King, And beg thy pardon ere he do accuse thee. I'll not be l... |
Not yet, I thee beseech. For ever will I walk upon my knees, And never see day that the happy sees Till thou give joy; until thou bid me joy By pardoning Rutland, my transgressing boy. AUMERLE. Unto my mother's prayers I bend my knee. [Kneels] YORK. Agai... |
O, how it ern'd my heart, when I beheld, In London streets, that coronation-day, When Bolingbroke rode on roan Barbary- That horse that thou so often hast bestrid, That horse that I so carefully have dress'd! KING RICHARD. Rode he on Barbary? Tell me, gentle friend, How went he under him? GROOM. So pro... |
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Everything withinbrackets [] is what I have added. So if you don't like thatyou can delete everything within the brackets if you want apurer Shakespeare. Another thing that you should be aware of is that there are textualdifferences between various copies of the first folio. So there maybe differences (other than wha... |
A Drumme, a Drumme:Macbeth doth come All. The weyward Sisters, hand in hand,Posters of the Sea and Land,Thus doe goe, about, about,Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,And thrice againe, to make vp nine. Peace, the Charme's wound vp. Enter Macbeth and Banquo. Macb. So foule and faire a day I haue not seene Banquo. ... |
Is execution done on Cawdor? Or not those in Commission yet return'd? Mal. My Liege, they are not yet come back. But I haue spoke with one that saw him die:Who did report, that very frankly heeConfess'd his Treasons, implor'd your Highnesse Pardon,And set forth a deepe Repentance:Nothing in his Life became him,Like th... |
By your leaue Hostesse. Exeunt. Scena Septima. Hoboyes. Torches. Enter a Sewer, and diuers Seruants with DishesandSeruice ouer the Stage. Then enter Macbeth Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twer well,It were done quickly: If th' AssassinationCould trammell vp the Consequence, and catchWith his surcease, S... |
Come, let me clutch thee:I haue thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not fatall Vision, sensibleTo feeling, as to sight? or art thou butA Dagger of the Minde, a false Creation,Proceeding from the heat-oppressed Braine? I see thee yet, in forme as palpable,As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way th... |
'Twere best not know my selfe. Wake Duncan with thy knocking:I would thou could'st. Exeunt. Scena Tertia. Enter a Porter. Knocking within. Porter. Here's a knocking indeede: if a man werePorter of Hell Gate, hee should haue old turning theKey. Knock. Knock, Knock, Knock. Who's therei'th' name of Belzebub? Here's a Far... |
speake, speake Macd. O gentle Lady,'Tis not for you to heare what I can speake:The repetition in a Womans eare,Would murther as it fell. Enter Banquo. O Banquo, Banquo, Our Royall Master's murther'd Lady. Woe, alas:What, in our House? Ban. Too cruell, any where. Deare Duff, I prythee contradict thy selfe,And say, ... |
omnesActus Tertius. Scena Prima. Enter Banquo. Banq. Thou hast it now, King, Cawdor, Glamis, all,As the weyard Women promis'd, and I feareThou playd'st most fowly for't: yet it was saideIt should not stand in thy Posterity,But that my selfe should be the Roote, and FatherOf many Kings. If there come truth from them,As... |
Enter Macbeths Lady, and a Seruant. Lady. Is Banquo gone from Court? Seruant. I, Madame, but returnes againe to Night Lady. Say to the King, I would attend his leysure,For a few words Seruant. Madame, I will. Enter. Lady. Nought's had, all's spent. Where our desire is got without content:'Tis safer, to be that w... |
I, my good Lord: safe in a ditch he bides,With twenty trenched gashes on his head;The least a Death to Nature Macb. Thankes for that:There the growne Serpent lyes, the worme that's fledHath Nature that in time will Venom breed,No teeth for th' present. Get thee gone, to morrowWee'l heare our selues againe. Exit Murde... |
1. Why how now Hecat, you looke angerly? Hec. Haue I not reason (Beldams) as you are? Sawcy, and ouer-bold, how did you dareTo Trade, and Trafficke with Macbeth,In Riddles, and Affaires of death;And I the Mistris of your Charmes,The close contriuer of all harmes,Was neuer call'd to beare my part,Or shew the glory of o... |
Then liue Macduffe: what need I feare of thee? But yet Ile make assurance: double sure,And take a Bond of Fate: thou shalt not liue,That I may tell pale-hearted Feare, it lies;And sleepe in spight of Thunder. Thunder 3 Apparation, a Childe Crowned, with a Tree in his hand. What is this, that rises like the issue of a K... |
I dare not speake much further,But cruell are the times, when we are TraitorsAnd do not know our selues: when we hold RumorFrom what we feare, yet know not what we feare,But floate vpon a wilde and violent SeaEach way, and moue. I take my leaue of you:Shall not be long but Ile be heere againe:Things at the worst will c... |
Why in that rawnesse left you Wife, and Childe? Those precious Motiues, those strong knots of Loue,Without leaue-taking. I pray you,Let not my Iealousies, be your Dishonors,But mine owne Safeties: you may be rightly iust,What euer I shall thinke Macd. Bleed, bleed poore Country,Great Tyrrany, lay thou thy basis sure,... |
Be not a niggard of your speech: How gos't? Rosse. When I came hither to transport the TydingsWhich I haue heauily borne, there ran a RumourOf many worthy Fellowes, that were out,Which was to my beleefe witnest the rather,For that I saw the Tyrants Power a-foot. Now is the time of helpe: your eye in ScotlandWould crea... |
Pray God it be sir Doct. This disease is beyond my practise: yet I haueknowne those which haue walkt in their sleep, who hauedyed holily in their beds Lad. Wash your hands, put on your Night-Gowne,looke not so pale: I tell you yet againe Banquo's buried;he cannot come out on's graue Doct. Euen so? Lady. To bed, ... |
Exeunt. Scena Quarta. Drum and Colours. Enter Malcolme, Seyward, Macduffe,Seywards Sonne,Menteth, Cathnes, Angus, and Soldiers Marching. Malc. Cosins, I hope the dayes are neere at handThat Chambers will be safe Ment. We doubt it nothing Seyw. What wood is this before vs? Ment. The wood of Birnane Malc. Let eue... |
Macd. That way the noise is: Tyrant shew thy face,If thou beest slaine, and with no stroake of mine,My Wife and Childrens Ghosts will haunt me still:I cannot strike at wretched Kernes, whose armesAre hyr'd to beare their Staues; either thou Macbeth,Or else my Sword with an vnbattered edgeI sheath againe vndeeded. There... |
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