 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 454 sider
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 442 sider
...nature's 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 432 sider
...gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief's ! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke...; 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... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1806 - 354 sider
...purpose of stabbing his kin;, he breaks out amidst his emotions into a wish natural to a murderer : Come, thick night ! And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it malces ; . . Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark. To cry, Hold, hold! In this passage is... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 346 sider
...sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief ! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the deepest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; ^j,^ Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hald, hold! Great Glamis, worthy Cawdor!... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 578 sider
...sightless substances [night, You wait on nature's mischief* * Come, thick And pall' thee in the dunneat smoke of hell ! That my keen knife' see not the wound it makes Kor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark Tocry,//»W,Aoa/:.' GrcatGlamis! worthyCawdor Enti... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 432 sider
...gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief ! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke...; Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, « Hold, hold ! " Enter MACBETH. Groat Glamis ! worthy Cawdor! Greater than both, by the all-hail... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 424 sider
...gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke...makes; Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, " Hold, hold ! " Enter MACBETH. Thy letters have transported me beyond This ignorant present,... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1808 - 272 sider
...stabbing his king, he breaks out amidst his emotions into a wish natural to a murderer : -Come, thisk night! And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,...That my keen knife see not the wound it makes; Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold! In this passage is exerted all the... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1808 - 320 sider
...emotions into a wish natural to a murderer: -Come, thick night! And pall thee in the dunned srr.oke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes; Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold! In this passage is exerted all the... | |
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The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers. Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see... 
