 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 ! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH.  Othello, the Moor of Venice: A Tragedy - Pągina 34per William Shakespeare - 1770 - 133 pąginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 512 pągines
...fightlefs fubftances You wait on nature's mifchief. — Come, thick night I And pall-thee in the dunnelt fmoak of hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes; Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, hold, hold ! Enter Macbeth.. Great Glarnis ! worthy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1778 - 632 pągines
...blood to obtain niy vile defire : 7 And pall thec in the dnnneft frnoke of hell ! That my keen knife 8 fee not the wound it makes,' Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark9, 'To cry, Hold, bold! - Great Glamis ! worthy CawdorM Enter " Be then my coverture thick ugly... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1780 - 336 pągines
...you murth'ring miniiters! Wherever in your fightlefs fubftances You wait on nature's mifchief—Come, thick night! And pall thee in the dunneft fmoak of...That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes ; Nor heav'n peep thro' the blanket of the dark, To cry, hold, hold! SCENE IX. Macbeth'* Irrefolution. If... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1784 - 1120 pągines
...nature's mil'chief 4 ! Come, thick And pall ь thee in the dunnelt fmoke of hell ! Tliat my keen knife 6 fee not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hala, Ijold ^ .'—Great С brr. : ' worthyCawdor 1 Enter Mactiķtb* Grear;r than both, by the all-hail... | |
 | Henry Headley - 1787 - 202 pągines
...in Macbeth, where the murderer invokes night : Come, thick night, And pall thee in the ihmneft Imoke of hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes; Nor Heaven p^ep through the blanket of the dark, To cry " hold ! hold !" The lines are imperfectly quoted in Gibber,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 480 pągines
...mischief! Come, thick night j And pall tliee in the dunnest smoke of liell ! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, loci)', Hold, hold! GreatGlamis! worthy Cawdor I Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1790 - 586 pągines
...nigbt ! « The light hatei me, and I do hate the light." MALOM. And And pall thee7 in the dunneft fmoke of hell ! That my keen knife fee not the wound it...heaven peep through the blanket of the dark *, To ^ And pall /*«— J ie wrap thyfelf in a fall. WAKBDITON. A fall is a robe of ftate. So, in Miitun's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1790 - 596 pągines
...nature's mifchief * ! Come, thick And pall ^ thee in the dunneft fmokc of hell ! That my keen knife 6 'rocrytHtUJbeM7!-- Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor Enter Macbeth. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1796 - 422 pągines
...to my woman's breafts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring minifters Wherever in your fighdefs fubftances You wait on 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1797 - 594 pągines
...effect, and it ! Come to my woman's breafts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring minifters, Wherever in your fightlefs fubftances You wait on 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... | |
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