Tragedy of
The Tragedy of Macbeth
作者：Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616
体例：题 章数：133
字数：83,159 来源：Project Gutenberg
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- 平均每题 625 字。
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章节目录
共 133 题- Bar. Long liue the King
- David Reed
- The Tragedie of Macbeth
- 3. That will be ere the set of Sunne
- 3. There to meet with Macbeth
- 1. I come, Gray-Malkin
- King. O valiant Cousin, worthy Gentleman
- Rosse. God saue the King
- King. Great happinesse
- Rosse. Ile see it done
- 2. Ile giue thee a Winde
- 1. Th'art kinde
- 3. And I another
- 2. Shew me, shew me
- Macb. So foule and faire a day I haue not seene
- 2. All haile Macbeth, haile to thee Thane of Cawdor
- 3. All haile Macbeth, that shalt be King hereafter
- 1. Hayle
- 2. Hayle
- 3. Hayle
- 1. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater
- 2. Not so happy, yet much happyer
- 1. Banquo, and Macbeth, all haile
- Banq. You shall be King
- Banq. Looke how our Partner's rapt
- Banq. Worthy Macbeth, wee stay vpon your leysure
- Banq. Very gladly
- King. My worthy Cawdor
- Banq. And she goes downe at Twelue
- Fleance. I take't, 'tis later, Sir
- Banq. At your kind'st leysure
- Macb. Good repose the while
- Mac. This is a sorry sight
- Lady. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight
- Lady. There are two lodg'd together
- Lady. Consider it not so deepely
- Macd. I beleeue, Drinke gaue thee the Lye last Night
- Lenox. Good morrow, Noble Sir
- Macb. Good morrow both
- Macb. Ile bring you to him
- Macb. 'Twas a rough Night
- O Banquo, Banquo, Our Royall Master's murther'd
- Macd. Your Royall Father's murther'd
- Macd. Looke to the Lady
- Macd. And so doe I
- All. So all
- Old man. 'Tis said, they eate each other
- Rosse. Well, I will thither
- Rosse. Farewell, Father
- Exeunt. omnes
- Macb. Heere's our chiefe Guest
- Macb. Faile not our Feast
- Ban. My Lord, I will not
- 1.Murth. You made it knowne to vs
- Macb. Both of you know Banquo was your Enemie
- Murth. True, my Lord
- Murth. We are resolu'd, my Lord
- Lady. You must leaue this
- Lady. But in them, Natures Coppie's not eterne
- 3. Hearke, I heare Horses
- Banquo within. Giue vs a Light there, hoa
- 1. His Horses goe about
- 2. A Light, a Light
- 3. 'Tis hee
- 1. Stand too't
- Ban. It will be Rayne to Night
- 1. Let it come downe
- 1. Well, let's away, and say how much is done.
- Lords. Thankes to your Maiesty
- Mur. 'Tis Banquo's then
- Lenox. May't please your Highnesse sit
- Lenox. Heere is a place reseru'd Sir
- Rosse. Gentlemen rise, his Highnesse is not well
- La. What? quite vnmann'd in folly
- Macb. If I stand heere, I saw him
- La. Fie for shame
- Lords. Our duties, and the pledge
- La. You lacke the season of all Natures, sleepe
- 1 Thrice the brinded Cat hath mew'd
- 2 Thrice, and once the Hedge-Pigge whin'd
- 3 Harpier cries, 'tis time, 'tis time
- 1 Speake
- 2 Demand
- 3 Wee'l answer
- Macb. Call 'em: let me see 'em
- Macb. Tell me, thou vnknowne power
- 2 Appar. Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth
- Macb. Had I three eares, Il'd heare thee
- Hoboyes
- 1 Shew
- 2 Shew
- 3 Shew
- Lenox. What's your Graces will
- Son. Then you'l by 'em to sell againe
- Son. And be all Traitors, that do so
- Exit Messenger
- Mur. He's a Traitor
- Son. Thou ly'st thou shagge-ear'd Villaine
- Macd. I am not treacherous
- Macd. I haue lost my Hopes
- Macd. O Scotland, Scotland
- Mal. I thanke you Doctor
- Macd. See who comes heere
- Malc. My Countryman: but yet I know him not
- Macd. My euer gentle Cozen, welcome hither
- Rosse. Sir, Amen
- Macd. Oh Relation; too nice, and yet too true
- Macd. Humh: I guesse at it
- Doct. You may to me, and 'tis most meet you should
- Doct. You see her eyes are open
- Gent. I, but their sense are shut
- Lad. Yet heere's a spot
- Doct. What a sigh is there? The hart is sorely charg'd
- Doct. Well, well, well
- Gent. Pray God it be sir
- Ment. What do's the Tyrant
- Ser. There is ten thousand
- Seyt. 'Tis not needed yet
- Ment. We doubt it nothing
- Sold. It shall be done
- Exeunt. marching
- Sey. It is the cry of women, my good Lord
- Thou com'st to vse thy Tongue: thy Story quickly
- Macb. Well, say sir
- Macb. Lyar, and Slaue
- Macb. My name's Macbeth
- Macb. No: nor more fearefull
- Exeunt. Alarum
- Macd. Turne Hell-hound, turne
- Fight: Alarum
- Mal. I would the Friends we misse, were safe arriu'd
- Mal. Macduffe is missing, and your Noble Sonne
- FINIS.