 | William Shakespeare - 1770 - 956 páginas
...nature's mifchief. Come, thick night ! And pall thee in the dunneft fmoak of hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the...hold ! Enter Macbeth. Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! . r [Embracing him, Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter I Thy letters have tranfported me... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1772 - 364 páginas
...mifchief. — Come, thick night! And pall thee iu the dunneft fmoke of hell, That iny keen knife fee not the wound it makes ; Nor Heaven peep through the...hold ! Enter MACBETH. Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! [Embracing him. Greater than both, by the all-hail hei eafter ! Thy letters have tranfported me beyond... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1784 - 116 páginas
...breasts, \nd *take my milk for gall, you nrnrd'ring ministers, iVherever in your sightless substances 370 You wait on nature's mischief ! Come, thick night*,...hell ! That my keen knife 'see not the wound it makes ; Tor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark*, To cry, Hold, hold I— — Great Glamis ! worthy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 558 páginas
...peace between The 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...through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold! Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor ! Enter Macbeth. The future in the instant. Mac. My dearest love, Duncan... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 412 páginas
...Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall 8 thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife...through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, Hold! Great Glamis ! worth/ Cawdor ! i « Murderous. ^ Pity. 8 Wrap as in a mantle. Enter MACBETH. Greater... | |
 | John Howe Baron Chedworth - 1805 - 392 páginas
...substances You wait on nature's mischief! Dr., Johnson's is the true explanation. P. 496.— 298.— 377. Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke...through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold ! I think the objections in the Rambler to the •words knife and dun are ill founded. P. 504.— 301.—... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 432 páginas
...gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief's ! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke...through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold " / Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor50! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 454 páginas
...pace between The 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...have transported me beyond This ignorant present, and Ifeel now The future in the instant. Macb. My dearest love, Duncan comes here to-night. Lady. And when... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 424 páginas
...pace between The 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...the dark, To cry, " Hold, hold ! " Enter MACBETH. Thy letters have transported me beyond This ignorant present, and I feel now The future in the instant.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 432 páginas
...pace between The 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...the dark, To cry, « Hold, hold ! " Enter MACBETH. Groat Glamis ! worthy Cawdor! Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy letters have transported... | |
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The 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... 
