 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 558 psl.
...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 no compunBious... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1778 - 632 psl.
...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 - 116 psl.
...you nrnrd'ring ministers, iVherever in your sightless substances 370 You wait on nature's mischief ! Come, thick night*, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke...hell ! That my keen knife 'see not the wound it makes ; Tor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark*, To cry, Hold, hold I— — Great Glamis ! worthy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1784 - 1118 psl.
...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 the all-hail... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 480 psl.
...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 psl.
...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 Miitun's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1790 - 598 psl.
...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 - 1797 - 612 psl.
...committed by wkkednefs. JOHNSON. 3 x!l thee " in the dunneft fmoke of hell ! "That my keen knife 8 fee not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,9 To cry, Hold, hold.'1. Great Glarais ! worthy Cawdor !» Enter 7 ie vvrapthyfelf inafa!/. WARBURTON.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 322 psl.
...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, Tp cry, Hold, bold! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail... | |
 | British essayists - 1802 - 266 psl.
...stabbing his king, he breaks out; amidst his emotions into a wish natural to a mur« derer: —-i—Come, thick night! And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of...hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes j Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark. To cry, Hold, hold ! In this passage is exerted... | |
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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... 
