 | William Shakespeare - 1768 - 398 oldal
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 | William Shakespeare - 1770 - 956 oldal
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1772 - 364 oldal
...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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 558 oldal
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1778 - 632 oldal
...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 oldal
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 480 oldal
...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 oldal
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1790 - 598 oldal
...nature's mifchief * ! Come, thick And pall ^ thee in the dunneft fmokc of hell ! That my keen knife 6 fee O c 'rocrytHtUJbeM7!-- Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor Enter Macbeth. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1796 - 422 oldal
...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 heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold! Hold! ' Macbeth, AI&.I lUDGMENT. I fee men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes... | |
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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... 
