...Th' effect and it. Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murth'ring miniiten. Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief: Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell! Terrible invocation! Tragedy can spenk stronger language, nor could...

...Were it my eve to fight, I should have known it Without a prompter. Macbeth exclaims,— And pall me in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see...makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry hold! hold ! Come thick night, Shakspeare's blank verse is far superior to that of any other...

...lightsome and darksume, which shew the figure. Id. Come, thick night. And pall thee in the dünnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound...makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dart, To cry, hold ! hold ! Sha/apeare. Macbeth. Picanee, his son, who keeps him company. Must embrace...

...sightless substances You wait QU nature's mischief! Come, thick niulcrs, And palfthce in the dünnest smoke of hell! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket uf the dark, To cry, Hold, hold! Great Glaum! worthy tuffati Cawdor I Enter MACBETH. (.'¡••.it*...

...lightsome and darksome, wliich shew the figure. Id. Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dünnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven prrp through the blanket of the dark, To cry, hold ! hold ! Shahtpeare. Macbeth. Fleance, his son,...

...nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall a thee in the dünnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife 9 see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, llold .'—Great Glamis, worthy Cawdor! Enter Macbeth. (Exit Attendant. Greater than...

...He held a ¿nife-hook , and in the other hand A paire of waights. id. And pall thee in the dünnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes. Come, thick night! Sltaksjwarr With him went many a fiend, and ugly spriglit. Armed with ropes and/cnüw?,...

...Out of the east her dawning day doth call ; Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dünnest smoak of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes. Slialupeart. Let gorgeous tragedy In sceptered pall come sweeping by. Milton. The right side of the...

...sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall* thee in the duimeel smoke of hell ! That my keen knife* see not the wound...; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, Hold !—Great GlamU, worthy Cawdor! Enfer Macbeth. [Exit Attendant. Greater than both,...

...and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for pall, you murd'ring ministers, VV'hercver in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall" thee in the dünnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife 9 see not the wound it makes ¡ Nor heaven...