 | 1762 - 414 str.
...he thus exprefles himfelf: • " Come thick night " And veil thee, in die dunneft fpoke of hell, " Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, " To cry, hold, hold. That 2 That the words dunneft, and blanket, which are fo common in vulgar mouths, deftroy, in fome... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1767 - 404 str.
...fmoak of hell ! That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes; < And that which rather 2: and hit, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, bald ! — Great Glamis ! worthy Ca-ivdor ! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1770 - 956 str.
...nature's mifchief. Come, thick night ! And pall thee in the dunneft fmoak of hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold ! Enter Macbeth. Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! . r [Embracing him, Greater than both, by the all-hail... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1772 - 364 str.
...mifchief. — Come, thick night! And pall thee iu the dunneft fmoke of hell, That iny keen knife fee not the wound it makes ; Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, hold, hold ! Enter MACBETH. Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! [Embracing him. Greater than both, by the all-hail... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 558 str.
...mifchief ! — Come, thick night, 7 And pall thee in the dunneft fmoke of hell ! That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, * To cry, bold, bold! Enter cannot be doubted that Shakefpeare wrote differently, perhaps thus, That no compunBious... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1778 - 632 str.
...to obtain niy vile defire : 7 And pall thec in the dnnneft frnoke of hell ! That my keen knife 8 fee not the wound it makes,' Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark9, 'To cry, Hold, bold! - Great Glamis ! worthy CawdorM Enter " Be then my coverture thick ugly... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1784 - 1118 str.
...mil'chief 4 ! Come, thick And pall ь thee in the dunnelt fmoke of hell ! Tliat my keen knife 6 fee not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hala, Ijold ^ .'—Great С brr. : ' worthyCawdor 1 Enter Mactiítb* Grear;r than both, by the all-hail... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1784 - 116 str.
...night*, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife 'see not the wound it makes ; Tor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark*, To cry, Hold, hold I— — Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor* ! Enter MACBETH. reeec than both, by the all -hail hereafter... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 480 str.
...You. wait on n;iiure's mischief! Come, thick night j And pall tliee in the dunnest smoke of liell ! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, loci)', Hold, hold! GreatGlamis! worthy Cawdor I Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1790 - 586 str.
...do hate the light." MALOM. And And pall thee7 in the dunneft fmoke of hell ! That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark *, To ^ And pall /*«— J ie wrap thyfelf in a fall. WAKBDITON. A fall is a robe of ftate. So, in Miitun's... | |
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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... 
