 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 - 1797 - 612 pągines
...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 pągines
...breafts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ringiuinillers, Wherever, in your fightlefs fubfl ances, 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 - 1800 - 322 pągines
...my woman's breafts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your fightlcfs 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 - 1803 - 412 pągines
...mischief! Come, thick night, And pall 8 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 ! worth/ Cawdor ! i « Murderous. ^ Pity. 8 Wrap as in a mantle. Enter MACBETH. Greater... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 560 pągines
...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! Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor ! Enter Macbeth. The future in the instant. Mac. My dearest love, Duncan... | |
 | John Howe Baron Chedworth - 1805 - 392 pągines
...298.— 377. 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 ! I think the objections in the Rambler to the •words knife and dun are ill founded. P. 504.— 301.—... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 454 pągines
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 440 pągines
...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 - 1806 - 432 pągines
...mischief's ! 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 Cawdor50! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1810 - 440 pągines
...done to nature, violation of nature's or" der committed by wickedness. JOHNS. 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 !» Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter !... | |
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