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...'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...

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...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,...