...Lady Macbeth, revolving the murder of Duncan, says, " Come, thick night, And pall thee in thedunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the night, To cry, Hold 1 hold!" The darkness prayed for is...

...nor is there any smothering with kisses. " Come, thick night ! And pall thee in the dunnest arauke 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 Glamls ! worthy Cawdor...

...Supernatural. And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief; Come, thick night,...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...

...purpose of stabbing his king, he breaks out amidst his emptions into a wish natural to a murderer ; Come, thick night ! And pall thee in the dunnest smoke...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...

...breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murtheriug ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief. Come, thick night ! And pall thee in the duunest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heav'n peep through the blanket...

...ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief. Come, thick night t And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen kuife see not the wound it makes, Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, hold, hold...

...king, he breaks out 166 THE RAMBLER. No. 168. amidst his emotions into a wish natural to a murderer: Come, thick night ! And pall thee in the dunnest smoke...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 1 In this passage is exerted...

...in A Warning for Faire Women, 1599, a tragedy which was certainly prior to Macbeth : And pall thee 2 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, " O sable night, sit on the eye of heaven, " That...

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