Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' the Tiger: at 4072..4122

'Aroint thee, witch!' the rump-fed ronyon cries. at 4023..4071

'Give me,' quoth I: at 4003..4022

And munch'd, and munch'd, and munch'd:-- at 3962..4002

A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap, at 3920..3961

First Witch at 3908..3919

Sister, where thou? at 3888..3907

Third Witch at 3876..3887

Killing swine. at 3861..3875

Second Witch at 3848..3860

Where hast thou been, sister? at 3818..3847

First Witch at 3806..3817

Thunder. Enter the three Witches at 3773..3805

SCENE III. A heath near Forres. at 3740..3771

at 3739..3739

Exeunt at 3732..3738

What he hath lost noble Macbeth hath won. at 3690..3731

DUNCAN at 3683..3689

I'll see it done. at 3665..3682

ROSS at 3660..3664

And with his former title greet Macbeth. at 3619..3659

Our bosom interest: go pronounce his present death, at 3567..3618

No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive at 3524..3566

DUNCAN at 3517..3523

Ten thousand dollars to our general use. at 3476..3516

Till he disbursed at Saint Colme's inch at 3436..3475

Nor would we deign him burial of his men at 3395..3435

Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition: at 3349..3394

That now at 3340..3348

ROSS at 3335..3339

Great happiness! at 3318..3334

DUNCAN at 3311..3317

The victory fell on us. at 3287..3310

Curbing his lavish spirit: and, to conclude, at 3242..3286

Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm. at 3193..3241

Confronted him with self-comparisons, at 3155..3192

Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof, at 3106..3154

The thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict; at 3060..3105

Assisted by that most disloyal traitor at 3021..3059

With terrible numbers, at 2998..3020

And fan our people cold. Norway himself, at 2957..2997

Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky at 2916..2956

From Fife, great king; at 2893..2915

ROSS at 2888..2892

Whence camest thou, worthy thane? at 2854..2887

DUNCAN at 2847..2853

God save the king! at 2828..2846

ROSS at 2823..2827

That seems to speak things strange. at 2787..2822

What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look at 2732..2786

LENNOX at 2725..2731

The worthy thane of Ross. at 2699..2724

MALCOLM at 2691..2698

at 2690..2690

Enter ROSS at 2679..2689

Who comes here? at 2663..2678

at 2662..2662

Exit Sergeant, attended at 2638..2661

They smack of honour both. Go get him surgeons. at 2590..2637

So well thy words become thee as thy wounds; at 2545..2589

DUNCAN at 2538..2544

But I am faint, my gashes cry for help. at 2498..2537

I cannot tell. at 2483..2497

Or memorise another Golgotha, at 2453..2482

Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds, at 2407..2452

Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe: at 2368..2406

As cannons overcharged with double cracks, so they at 2317..2367

If I say sooth, I must report they were at 2277..2316

As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion. at 2235..2276

Yes; at 2230..2234

Sergeant at 2221..2229

Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo? at 2187..2220

Dismay'd not this at 2169..2186

DUNCAN at 2162..2168

Began a fresh assault. at 2139..2161

With furbish'd arms and new supplies of men at 2095..2138

But the Norweyan lord surveying vantage, at 2054..2094

Compell'd these skipping kerns to trust their heels, at 2001..2053

No sooner justice had with valour arm'd at 1961..2000

Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark: at 1912..1960

So from that spring whence comfort seem'd to come at 1862..1911

Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break, at 1814..1861

As whence the sun 'gins his reflection at 1775..1813

Sergeant at 1766..1774

O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman! at 1730..1765

DUNCAN at 1723..1729

And fix'd his head upon our battlements. at 1682..1722

Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps, at 1633..1681

Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, at 1582..1632

Till he faced the slave; at 1557..1581

Like valour's minion carved out his passage at 1513..1556

Which smoked with bloody execution, at 1477..1512

Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel, at 1430..1476

For brave Macbeth--well he deserves that name-- at 1382..1429

Show'd like a rebel's whore: but all's too weak: at 1333..1381

And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling, at 1289..1332

Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied; at 1249..1288

Do swarm upon him--from the western isles at 1207..1248

The multiplying villanies of nature at 1171..1206

Worthy to be a rebel, for to that at 1137..1170

And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald-- at 1089..1136

As two spent swimmers, that do cling together at 1043..1088

Doubtful it stood; at 1024..1042

Sergeant at 1015..1023

As thou didst leave it. at 991..1014

Say to the king the knowledge of the broil at 948..990

'Gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend! at 906..947

Who like a good and hardy soldier fought at 865..905

This is the sergeant at 844..864

MALCOLM at 836..843

The newest state. at 818..835

As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt at 778..817

What bloody man is that? He can report, at 738..777

DUNCAN at 731..737

Alarum within. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Sergeant at 629..730

at 628..628

SCENE II. A camp near Forres. at 598..627

at 597..597

Exeunt at 590..596

Hover through the fog and filthy air. at 552..589

Fair is foul, and foul is fair: at 520..551

ALL at 516..519

Anon. at 510..515

Third Witch at 498..509

Paddock calls. at 483..497

Second Witch at 470..482

I come, Graymalkin! at 450..469

First Witch at 438..449

There to meet with Macbeth. at 410..437

Third Witch at 398..409

Upon the heath. at 382..397

Second Witch at 369..381

Where the place? at 352..368

First Witch at 340..351

That will be ere the set of sun. at 307..339

Third Witch at 295..306

When the battle's lost and won. at 263..294

When the hurlyburly's done, at 235..262

Second Witch at 222..234

In thunder, lightning, or in rain? at 187..221

When shall we three meet again at 156..186

First Witch at 144..155

Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches at 101..143

at 100..100

SCENE I. A desert place. at 75..99

at 74..74

ACT I at 68..73

Shakespeare homepage | Macbeth | Entire play at 23..67

The Tragedy of Macbeth at 0..22

I should have added: this work is mostly supported by OSF's own funding.

There are annotations for the URL, but interactively it redirects to https://af839e91c119a169efb04af14b251ebedda6cfa9.googledrive.com/host/0B7V0qtHflXc5d3dyYlV5ckIzWGM/index.html.

What could explain this?

Uncaught TypeError: window.annotator.showFrame is not a function

Checks out interactively?

3: https://hypothes.is/api/search?uri=http%3A//muse.jhu.edu/journals/social_text/v018/18.2terranova.html -> yes

3: https://hypothes.is/stream?q=uri:http:%2F%2Fmuse.jhu.edu%2Fjournals%2Fsocial_text%2Fv018%2F18.2terranova.html -> yes

0: https://via.hypothes.is/http://muse.jhu.edu/login?auth=0&type=summary&url=/journals/social_text/v018/18.2terranova.html -> yes. (mixed-content warnings in console, not sure that is fatal, no h-related error evident)

0: extension -> yes (no console error)

just garden-variety slow loading of annotations

I believe this works in via but not the extension because the fix for the latter is in the pipeline:

https://github.com/hypothesis/h/issues/2194

Similar to caseyboyle/gorgias. Only 36 annotations here but they load /very/ slowly.

When I moved here, the stretch of 14th Street between Thomas Circle and U Street was the Studio Theatre, the Black Cat, a few pioneering restaurants, and a lot of boarded-up storefronts. Today, it’s mostly upscale restaurants, condominiums and apartments, high-end retail, and thank goodness Dante owns the building.

"Moved here in January 2009, started reporting on the city about a year after."

"This was already improving when Bezos swooped in, largely to the credit of Marty Baron, who arrived at the Post in January 2013 after a long stint at the Boston Globe. During my senior year at Brandeis, I landed myself a six-month internship at the Globe, but if I ever met Baron, it wasn’t more than one handshake.

But the Post’s Metro pages had felt a bit lean for a while. Baron’s predecessor, Marcus Brauchli, was great for the national and political desks, but did little for the hometown readership. Under Baron—no doubt aided by Bezos’s investment—the Post is as strong locally as it’s ever been since I became a daily reader. Roz Helderman’s reporting on Virginia Gov. Bob McDonnell’s fall from future presidential aspirant to petty crook won a Polk Award, and it should have nabbed a Pulitzer for local reporting, too, to name one example."

"It’s good online now, but the days the Post sucked at the web aren’t that distant."

"When I wrote this part, I was thinking how many of our privately owned civic institutions—newspapers, sports teams, corporations—are owned by iconic families that even if we don’t know personally, are inseparable from their properties. George Steinbrenner only bought the New York Yankees in 1973, but it’s impossible to conceive of that team today without his family. The New York Times without the Sulzbergers or Walmart without the Waltons feel like ludicrous notions. Until August 5, 2013, so did the Post without the Grahams."

The DCist version of the story was, like most publications', just a rehash of what Farhi reported. I did a follow-up about Bezos assuming responsibility for Post’s employee pension fund. But that was an easy choice on Bezos’s part, with the pension fund being more than $600 million ahead of its liabilities at the time, thanks to its heavy investment in Washington Post Company board member Warren Buffett’s Berkshire Hathaway. John Henry, by comparison, left the New York Times Company on the hook for the Boston Globe’s hemorrhaging pension fund when he bought that paper about a week before Bezos took on the Post.

"Don Graham’s announcement to the Post’s staff that day was basically an admission of defeat:

All the Grahams in this room have been proud to know since we were very little that we were part of the family that owned The Washington Post. We have loved the paper,what it stood for, and those who produced it.But the point of our ownership has always been that it was supposed to be good for thePost. As the newspaper business continued to bring up questions to which we have no answers, Katharine and I began to ask ourselves if our small public company was still the best home for the newspaper. Our revenues had declined seven years in a row.

Read Post Company ledger sheets over that seven-year span, and you’ll see a steady stream of red ink coming from the newspaper division."

"DeBonis used to say this whenever he picked up a bar tab for his counterparts at rival media organizations. By letting us non-Posties know the Graham family didn’t get stingy over a few beers, the line gave some humanity to a sometimes imposing DC institution."

"He just joined the Congress team."

"Back in 2013, the Post seemed to have a string of bad luck when it came to house news, which was frequently broken by its rivals, often the Wall Street Journal. Not this time. Marty Baron interrupted Paul Farhi’s vacation a few days before the Bezos purchase was to be announced. Nothing leaked out. All it took was Farhi—as my future colleague Andrew Beaujon would report—having an incredibly awkward weekend."

"Where to start? Half an hour after the Washington Post announced it was being sold to Jeff Bezos, my friend Shani O. Hilton shot me a message on G-chat if I’d be willing to bang out some commentary on this “bananas Post news.”

This was also around the time BuzzFeed was starting to be recognized as a legitimate source of top-shelf reporting and analysis, and I accepted Shani’s invitation without much hesitation. BuzzFeed had its business reporters all over the tick-tock of Bezos’s purchase. I was doing the same for DCist.

Shani raised the idea of taking on a “what-this-means-for-journalism-in-DC” angle. I hadn’t started processing this, but it struck me hard. Yes the Post is this vaunted paper of national record (you may even have seen a movie or two based on some of its more famous exploits), but it’s also Washington’s local paper. Bezos clearly bought it for its global reputation, but his sudden involvement was going to impact the local coverage, too."

"Early in my career, I decided a lifetime of reading the New York Times gave me inspiration to use my middle initial in my byline. When my new editors at Washingtonian slotted my name into copy the first time, they used “Benjamin Freed,” and I was fine with it. Nick Kristof was correct about one thing: middle initials are for snoots."