...violent man and the object of his wrath keeps peace. The effect and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, 45 And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,...hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, 50 Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, 45. effect and it] effecting it Becket. 45. it]...

...in Lady Macbeth's soliloquy in the first act : — " Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dimmest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes." The very homeliness of the term is its merit. The end is what her mind's eye is riveted upon, she is...

...Garrick's stage version the 'hoarse raven' returns, and with it ' the blanket of the dark ' : . . . Come, thick night ! And pall thee in the dunnest smoke...That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, hold, hold!... Enter Macbeth Great Glamisl worthy...

...the exclusion of working-class words. Dr. Johnson objected to Lady Macbeth's tremendous invocation : Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke...hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes! — on the ground that a knife was 'an instrument used by butchers and cooks in the meanest employments'.7...

...Firstly there is the desire to cover one's eyes before commiting the terrible act of murder : [...] Come thick Night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of Hell, 3 Miroirs de l'être, 11-22 & 69-93. 4 l borrow Huston Diehl's expression in "Horrid Image, Sorry Sight,...

...Rambler 168 (16 October 1751 [v, 115-19]) Johnson takes the case of another famous speech from Macbeth: Come, thick night! And pall thee in the dunnest smoke...That my keen knife see not the wound it makes; Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, hold, hold! (1.^48-51) and questions Shakespeare's...

...Consider Johnson's reading of another "dreadful soliloquy" in Macbeth, Lady Macbeth's apostrophe to night. Come, thick night! And pall thee in the dunnest smoke...hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes; 207 Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, hold, hold! "In this passage is exerted...

...in his horrid purpose he breaks, in the violence of his emotions, into a wish natural to a murderer: Come, thick night and pall thee in the dunnest smoke...Hell that my keen knife see not the wound it makes. ... we cannot but sympathise with the horror of the wretch about to murder his master, his friend,...

...my milk for gall. I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks. ACTRESS. Come, thick night, And pall me in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes. ACTOR. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might...

...breasts And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes. To cry 'Hold, hold!' (Enter Macbeth) Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor! Greater than both, by the all-hail...