...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...

...vengeance tempt her? Come, thick night, and pall thee in the dunnest smoke of Ml, that my keen knife see not the wound it makes, nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark to cry, "Hold, hold!" She forbore to dagger the cad, though some would have spared him not. Rather, Patti LuPone wrecked...

...as the night: 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!" (Iv51-55) It should be dark in the murder scene, with the lights of people wrongfully moving about,...

...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 1, sc. 6, lines 38-52i. 1n. Lady Macheth, or Gruoch (b. 1ot5?), was the daughter of Boite (Bodheor...

...murder, blocking all natural scruples, turning her life-giving milk bitter, 'That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, /Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, /To cry, "Hold, hold!" ' (1.5.40-54). Lady Macbeth also perverts the meaning of manhood as a way of taunting her husband with...

...'murth'ring ministers': 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!' 'Hell', 'pall', 'knife', 'dark' — 'The peculiar and appropriate dress for Tragedy is a pall and a...

...nature's mischief. Come, thick night, And pall me 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!' (Macbeth I 5 38-52) She becomes more and more unnatural and counsels her husband to do the same. 'Look...

...Macbeth prays: Come, thick Night, And pall thee in the dünnest smoke of Hell, That rny keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, 'Hold, hold!' (lines 49-53) Again, exactly like her husband, she prays that the powers of good, represented by light,...

...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 gave the impression that she was asking the spirits to help her, not commanding them. She was restrained,...

...conjuration: 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!" (Iv50-55) On these words she faces away and the screen fills with swirling clouds and fog, "the dunnest...