...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' (she loses control completely) I won't hold. Why should I hold? I'm tired of holding. Let all the other...

...And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, /?a//~enshroud dunnest— thickest That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry "Hold, Hold!" Macbeth enters. He tells her that Duncan is to leave their castle next day, and she assures Macbeth...

...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!' (1.5.39-53) Belsey argues that although the figure of Lady Macbeth is indisputably present as a stage...

...battlements. 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!' (To MACBETH) Husband! (MACBETH moves to her.) LADY MACBETH. Bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your...

...natures 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!' (Iv41-55) Lady Macbeth's defiance of nature has its cause in something more than a depraved will to...

...natures 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!' (Iv41-55) Lady Macbeth's defiance of nature has its cause in something more than a depraved will to...

...LADY MACBETH. Come, thicknight, And pall thee in ihe clnnnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, Tocry,//oW,/íoW.'[I,5.] MACBETH. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been...

...wink at the hand Come, thick night And pal I thee in the dünnest 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'. Alternatively, you could create star images which can be used at other points in the play, perhaps...

...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 5 Duncan, Banquo, Lady Macduff and her children have all been slaughtered in Macbeth's...

...height of the * " 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 !" Act i. sc. 5 But, after all, may not the ultimate allusion be to so humble an image aa that of an...