 | William Shakespeare - 1796 - 422 páginas
...nature's mifchief ! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunneft fmoke of hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes : Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold! Hold! ' Macbeth, AI&.I lUDGMENT. I fee men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes ; and things outward... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1797 - 592 páginas
...nature's mifchief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunneft fmoke of hell ! That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold! — Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1797 - 612 páginas
...committed by wkkednefs. JOHNSON. 3 x!l thee " in the dunneft fmoke of hell ! "That my keen knife 8 fee not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,9 To cry, Hold, hold.'1. Great Glarais ! worthy Cawdor !» Enter 7 ie vvrapthyfelf inafa!/. WARBURTON.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1798 - 442 páginas
...nature's mifchief ! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunneft fmoke of hell ! That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold ! Great Glami? ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 322 páginas
...nature's mifchief ! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunneft fmoke of hell ! That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, Tp cry, Hold, bold! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail... | |
 | British essayists - 1802 - 266 páginas
...stabbing his king, he breaks out; amidst his emotions into a wish natural to a mur« derer: —-i—Come, thick night! And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of...hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes j Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark. To cry, Hold, hold ! In this passage is exerted... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 558 páginas
...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...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... | |
 | British essayists - 1803 - 300 páginas
...breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murth'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 ! Terrible invocation ! Tragedy can speak no stronger language, nor could any genius less than Shakspeare's... | |
 | 1803 - 268 páginas
...breaks out amidst his emotions into a wish natural to a murderer : -Come, thick night ! And pall theejii the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes; Nor Heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark. To cry, Hold, hold ! In this passage is exerted all the... | |
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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! 
