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" ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall 3 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, 4 "
Winter's tale. Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King John. King Richard the second ... - 190. oldal
szerző: William Shakespeare - 1844
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The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections ..., 4. kötet

William Shakespeare - 1817 - 360 oldal
...was it not its novelty that cave occasion to the present corruption. JOHSSON. That my keen knife 9 see not the wound it makes -, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the <brk, To cry, Huid, hold." - Great Glarnis ! worthy Cawdor !' Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by...

The Family Shakspeare: In Ten Volumes; in which Nothing is Added ..., 4. kötet

William Shakespeare - 1818 - 362 oldal
...Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief; Come, thick night, And pall 7 thee in the dunnest smoke of hell! That my keen knife...makes; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, Hold! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail...

Characters of Shakespeare's Plays

William Hazlitt - 1818 - 342 oldal
...ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances Yon 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 heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, hold, hold !"— When she first hears that " Duncan...

Characters of Shakespear's Plays

William Hazlitt - 1818 - 552 oldal
...peace between The effect and it. Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murthering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You...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 heav'n peep through...

Characters of Shakespeare's Plays

William Hazlitt - 1818 - 328 oldal
...The effect and it. Come to my woman's br,^ i-ts, And take my milk for gall, you murthering miuisters, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief. Come, thick night! And pall thee in the duunest smoke of hell, That my keen kuife see not the wound it makes, Nor heav'n peep through...

The Works of Samuel Johnson, LL. D.

Samuel Johnson, Arthur Murphy - 1820 - 422 oldal
...king, he breaks out amidst his emotions into a wish natural to a murderer : Come, thick night! And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold ! In this passage is exerted all the...

The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, 11. kötet

William Shakespeare - 1821 - 528 oldal
...1599, a tragedy which was cer—• " tainly prior to Macbeth : nc. r. MACBETH. 65 And pall thee a in the dunnest smoke of hell! That my keen knife"...Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark 4 , ' O sable night, sit on the eye of heaven, ' That it discern not this black deed of darkness ! '...

The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: With the Corrections ..., 11. kötet

William Shakespeare - 1821 - 528 oldal
...committed by wickedness.' JOHNSON. And pall thee 2 in the durinest smoke of hell! That my keen knife 3 see not the wound it makes; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark *, ' O sable night, sit on the eye of heaven, 4 That it discern not this black deed of darkness ! '...

The Investigator, 5-6. kötet

1822 - 980 oldal
...Thane trembles " lest the very stones prate of his whereabout," and invokes the darkness, " that his keen knife see not the wound it makes, nor heaven peep through the blanket* of the night." •Would it bad been a curtain!—It is to be lamented that the learned commentators on Shakspeare...

The Investigator (or, Quarterly magazine) [ed. by W.B. Collyer, T ..., 5. kötet

William Bengo' Collyer - 1822 - 514 oldal
...Thane trembles " lest the very stones prate of his whereabout," and invokes the darkness, " that his keen knife see not the wound it makes, nor heaven peep through the blanket* of the night." •Would it had been a curtain!—It is to be lamented that th<s learned commentators on Shakspeare...




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