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" You wait on 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 !  "
Macbeth, from the text of S. Johnson and G. Steevens, revised - Trang 15
bởi William Shakespeare - 1784
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