 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...  Characters of Shakespeare's Plays - Strana 41autor/autoři: William Hazlitt - 1818 - 352 str.Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | William Shakespeare, Nicholas Rowe - 1709 - 602 str.
...Nature's Mifchief. Come, thick Night, And pall thee in the dunneft Smoak of Hell, That my keen Knife fee not the wound it makes, Nor Heav'n peep through the Blanket of the dark, To cry, hold, hold. Enter Macbeth. Greater than both, r by the all hail hereafter, Thy Letters hive" tranfported me beyond... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1733 - 492 str.
...nature's mifchief. — Come, thick night ! And pall theein thedunneft fmoakof hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes ; Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, hold, hold !— — Enter Macbeth. Great Glamis ! worthy Cazvdor ! [Embracing him. Greater than both, by the all-hail... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1745 - 548 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 heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark To cry, Hold! bold! Enter Macbeth. Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor! [Embracing bint, Greater than both, by the all-hail... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1750 - 336 str.
...nature's mifehief. Come, thick night ! And pall thee in the dunneft fmoak of hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes, Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark• To cry, HoU, bold! Enter Macbeth. Great Glamis ! worthy Co-aider ! [Emkracfag b;m, Greater than both, by the... | |
 | 1752 - 204 str.
...a murderer. -Come, thick night ! And pall thee in the dunneft fmoke of hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes ; Nor Heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold! In this paflage is exerted all the force of poetry ; that force which calls new powers into being,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1762 - 478 str.
...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 heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, hold, hold ! Enter Macbeth. Great Glamis ! worthy Caxvdor ! [Embraring bint. Greater than both, by the all-hail... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 652 str.
...committed by wickednefs, And * And pall thee in the dulleft fmoak»of hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes; Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark, 9 To cry bold, hold! Enter Macbeth. Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor ! [Embracing him t Greater than both,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1768 - 360 str.
...nature's mifchief—Come, thick night! lAnd pall thee in the dunneft fmoke of hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes ; Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, hold, hold! Enter Macbeth. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! Thy letters have tranfported me beyond... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 514 str.
...mifchief. — Come, thick night I And pall-thee in the dunnelt fmoak of hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes; Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, hold, hold ! Enter Macbeth.. Great Glarnis ! worthy Cantidor ! [Embracing lint* Greater than both, by the all-hail... | |
 | Samuel Johnson, John Hawkins - 1787 - 416 str.
...mur-» derer. Come, thick night ! And pall thee in the dunneft fmoke of hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes ; Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold ! In this paffage is exerted all the force of poetry, that force which calls new powers into being,... | |
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