 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 - Pāgina 34per William Shakespeare - 1770 - 133 pāginesVisualitzaciķ completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | William Hazlitt - 1845 - 672 pāgines
...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, i To cry, hold, hold !"— — ' When she first hears that " Duncan comes there to sleep" she is so... | |
 | James Robert Boyd - 1846 - 468 pāgines
...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 !" There are some striking passages illustrative of ambition, and of the guilt and misery to which... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1848
...mischief I 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 Caw dor! Enter Macbeth. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - 456 pāgines
...mischief! 2 Come, thick night, And pall thee3 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 Cavrdor ! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1849 - 954 pāgines
...mischief: Come, thick night, And pall' thee in the dünnest smoke of hell! That my keen knife see nol ar, To Tubal, and to Chus, his countrymen, That he would rather have Antonio's flesh. Tha Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH. Greater lhan both, by the all-hail hereafter! Thy letters... | |
 | Robert Joseph Sullivan - 1850 - 524 pāgines
...nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the duu nest 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 ! 113. The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss : to give it then a tongue,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 606 pāgines
...nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall 3 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, 4 To cry, Hold, hold! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 408 pāgines
...mischief! Come, thick night: And pallj 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' ' MACEETH'S IRRESOLUTION. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 744 pāgines
...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. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1995 - 136 pāgines
...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!' 66 If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly. If th' assassination Could... | |
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