Monday, March 07, 2005
macbeth
MACBETH
LADY MACBETH
stars, hide your fires,
let not light see my black and deep desires.
act I, scene iv
LADY MACBETH
come, you spirits
that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
and fill me from the crown to the toe top-full
of direst cruelty. make thick my blood,
stop up th'access and passage to remorse,
that no compunctious visitings of nature
shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
th'effect and it. come to my woman's breasts,
and take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers,
wherever in your sightless substances
you wait on nature's mischief. come, thick night,
and pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,
that my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark
to cry 'hold, hold!'.
act I, scene v
MACBETH
tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
creeps in this petty pace from day to day
to the last syllable of recorded time,
and all our yesterdays have lighted fools
the way to dusty death. out, out, brief candle!
life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
that struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
and then is heard no more. it is a tale
told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
signifying nothing.
act V, scene v
...da peça 'macbeth' de william shakespeare
// posted by silas @ 8:30 AM 
