 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 - Page 41by William Hazlitt - 1818 - 352 pagesFull view - About this book
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 406 pages
...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 not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, " Hold, hold ! " Great Glamis, worthy Cawdor !... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 652 pages
...sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief ! Come, thick night, And pall thee9 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 !"— Enter MACBETH. Great Glamis... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 594 pages
...your sightless substances Youwaitonnature'smischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dünnest 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 ! " — Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor... | |
 | 1869 - 862 pages
...émotions into a wish natural to a murderer — »• ' Come thick night, And pall thee in the dünnest 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! ' In this passage is exerted all the... | |
 | James Robert Boyd - 1846 - 468 pages
...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 not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry hold ! hold !" There are some striking passages... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 578 pages
...ttightless substances You wait on nature's miechief ! Come, thick night, And pall1 thee in the dünnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes : Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,3 To cry, Hnl'l, hold ! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor !... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 872 pages
...sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dünnest orning hath he there been seen. With tears augmenting the fresh m heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, » Hold, hold !"— Enter MACBETH. Great Glamis... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - 456 pages
...sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! 2 Come, thick night, And pall thee3 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 ! " Great Glamis, worthy Cavrdor... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - 78 pages
...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 not the wound it makes, Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, "Hold, hold!"— Enter MACBETH, L. Great Glamis... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - 498 pages
...sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief I 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 .'—Great Glamis, worthy Caw dor!... | |
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