 | William Shakespeare - 1797 - 592 trang
...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...both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy letters have tranfported me beyond This ignorant prefent, and I feel now The future in the inftant. MACB. My deareft... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 412 trang
...croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements. Come, come, you spirits That tend on mortal6 thoughts, unsex me here; And fill me, from the crown...blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, Hold! Great Glamis ! worth/ Cawdor ! i « Murderous. ^ Pity. 8 Wrap as in a mantle. Enter MACBETH. Greater than both,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 558 trang
...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...hold! Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor ! Enter Macbeth. The future in the instant. Mac. My dearest love, Duncan comes here to-night. Lady M. And when goes... | |
 | John Howe Baron Chedworth - 1805 - 392 trang
...mischief! Dr., Johnson's is the true explanation. P. 496.— 298.— 377. Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife...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 - 442 trang
...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...dark, To cry, Hold, hold! Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor I1 to the messenger and the raven) had deprived the one of speech, and added harshness to the other's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 432 trang
...Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief's ! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife...dark, To cry, Hold, hold " / Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor50! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy letters have transported... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 346 trang
...blanket of the dark, To cry, Hald, hold! Great Glamis, worthy Cawdor! rbfluoi i' ivMjnit tnili I! A Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail...present, and I feel now The future in the instant. Macb. My dearest love, Duncan comes here to-night. Lady M. And when goes hence ? Macb. To-morrow,—... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 432 trang
...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...through the blanket of the dark, To cry, « Hold, hold ! " Enter MACBETH. Groat Glamis ! worthy Cawdor! Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 454 trang
...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...through the blanket of the dark, To cry, " Hold, hold ! " Enter MACBETH. Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor! Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1810 - 440 trang
...mischief 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...present, and I feel now The future in the instant. Macb. My dearest love, Duncan comes here to-night. Lady M. And when goes hence ? Macb. To morrow, —... | |
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The effect, and it. Come to .my woman's breasts, And take my milk for 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 of hell ! That my keen knife... 
