...ii- effect, and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring mi lusters, Salisbury : If thou but frown on me, or stir thy foot, .Or teach thy hasty spleen to do me I — Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBXTH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter !...

...fight, I should have known it Without a prompter. Macbeth exclaims, — Come thick nii*ht, And pall me in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see...through the blanket of the dark, To cry hold ! hold ! Shakspeare's blank verse is far superior to that of any other poet, — superior even to Milton's....

...peace between The effect, and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You...of hell ! That my keen knife' see not the wound it makei ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, Hold .'—Great Glamis, worthy...

...sightless substances Vou wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall* thee in the dunnret smoke of hell ! That my keen knife' see not the wound...dark, To cry, Hold, Hold .'—Great Glamis, worthy Caw dor! Enter Macbeth. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter I Thy letters have transported...

...between The effect, and it ! Come lo my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you niurd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You...through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, Hold! Without going over the long, tissued, and offensive detail of the privation*, persecutions ami ignominies...

...The effect, and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'rmg mimsters, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on...peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, JUold! Without going over the long, Iissuer), and offensive detail of the privations, persecutions...

...vain with cymbal's ring They call the grisly king, In dismal dance about the furnace blue. MILTON. Come, thick Night, , And pall thee in the dunnest...through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold! Hold! SHAKSPEARE, MACBETH. Richard yet lives, hell's black intelligencer. IDEM, RICHARD in. How now you secret,...

...ever twisting and untwisting its own strength. Perhaps the true reading in Macbeth* is — blank " Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke...| Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark !" Act i., ac. 5. But, after all, may not the ultimate allusion be to so humble an image as that of...

...seems for ever twisting and untwisting its own strength. Perhaps the true reading in Macbeth * is * Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke...makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark ! Act I. sc. 5. U 4 — blank height of the dark — and not "blanket." " Height" was most commonly...

...ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall5 thee in the dunnest smoke of hell! That my keen knife...MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! 1 Well may the messenger want breath, as such a message would add hoarseness to the raven. • murderous,...