 | William Shakespeare - 1805
...nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall theeH in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife9 see not the wound it makes; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold! Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor I1 to the messenger and the raven) had deprived the one of speech, and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805
...nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee8 in the dunnest smoke of hell! That my keen knife9 see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold! Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor Ii to the messenger and the raven) had deprived the one of speech, and... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1805
...and loosely woven, spread commonly upon a bed, over the linen sheet, for the procurement of warmth. Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry hold! hold! Sbahpeare. The abilities of man must fall short on one side or other, like too scanty a blanket when... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806
...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... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1806
...purpose of stabbing his kin;, he breaks out amidst his emotions into a wish natural to a murderer : Come, thick night ! And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it malces ; . . Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark. To cry, Hold, hold! In this passage is... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807
...breasts^, , . , r 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 deepest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; ^j,^ Nor heaven peep through... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 1079 páginas
...sightless substances [night, You wait on nature's mischief* * Come, thick And pall' thee in the dunneat smoke of hell ! That my keen knife' see not the wound it makes Kor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark Tocry,//»W,Aoa/:.' GrcatGlamis! worthyCawdor Enti... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1807
...breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murth'ring minister*, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief: come, thick night, And pall thee in the duuuest smoke of hell ! Terrible invocation ! Tragedy can speak no stronger language, nor could any... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808
...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,...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 - 78 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,...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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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! 
