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" 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 !  "
The Shakespeare Phrase Book - 420. oldal
szerző: John Bartlett - 1881 - 1034 oldal
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The book of recitations [ed.] by C.W. Smith

Charles William Smith (professor of elocution.) - 1857
...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 not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, "Hold, hold!" MACBETffS SOLILOQUY ON THE...

Essays critical and imaginative

John Wilson - 1857
...Lady Macbeth receive her king? — she who some short hour before had said, " Come ! thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! , That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ! " , Why, she receives her king as a lady should, with bland aspect and a gentle voice, but over-courteously,...

The Plays & Poems of Shakespeare: Macbeth. King John. King Richard the second

William Shakespeare - 1857
...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, To cry, ' Hold, hold ! '—Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor...

Shakespeare's Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems, 5. kötet

William Shakespeare - 1858
...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 not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark ', To cry, "Hold, hold!"— • Enter MACBETH. Great...

Shakespeare and the Bible

Thomas Ray Eaton - 1858 - 188 oldal
...reproved. How tremendously is this feeling displayed by Lady Macbeth! — " 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!" Light to Shakespeare suggests...

Lectures on the Dramatic Literature of the Age of Elizabeth

William Hazlitt - 1859 - 229 oldal
...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 not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, hold, hold !"— When she first hears that...

The Plays of Shakespeare, 3. kötet

William Shakespeare - 1860 - 40 oldal
...ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief ! Come, thick night, And s 'd : For that he colour'd with his high estate, Hiding base sin in plaits of majest ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket11 of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold !— Enter МЛСПЕТН....

Shakespeare's Macbeth, with the chapters of Hollinshed's 'Historie of ...

William Shakespeare - 1862
...ministers, 325 Wherever in your sightless suhstanees You wait on nature's misehief! Come, thiek 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 hlanket of the dark, 330 To ery, " Hold, hold! " • Enter MACBETH. Great...

On the Received Text of Shakespeare's Dramatic Writings and Its ..., 1. kötet

Samuel Bailey - 1862 - 266 oldal
...entrance of her husband: it is in a word which has occasioned much speculation. " 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 !'" After referring to former...

The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, from the Text of Johnson ..., 2. kötet

William Shakespeare - 1862
...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 not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark. To cry, Hold, Hold ! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor...




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