 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 412 psl.
...fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements. Come, come, you spirits That tend on mortal6 thoughts, unsex me here; And fill me, from the crown to the...on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall 8 thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife " see not the wound it makes; Nor heaven peep... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 558 psl.
...the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse; That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 442 psl.
...toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse;7 That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my...on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall theeH in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife9 see not the wound it makes; Nor heaven peep... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 454 psl.
...toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse;7 That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my...on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee8 in the dunnest smoke of hell! That my keen knife9 see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 432 psl.
...toe, top- full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse ; That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my...in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief's ! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife see... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 424 psl.
...and passage to remorse; That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose; nor keep pace between The effect, and it! Come to my woman's breasts,...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 432 psl.
...passage to remorse ; That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose; nor keep pace between The effect, and it ! Come to my woman's breasts,...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 544 psl.
...toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse ;r That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my...thee 8 in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife9 see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 476 psl.
...toe, to p. fa II Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse $; That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my...nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall || thee in theduunest smoke of hell! That my keen knifen see not the wound it makes; * Diadem. t Supernatural.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1810 - 434 psl.
...toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse ;* That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my...!* Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall,s you murd'ring ministers. Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief... | |
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Stop up the access and passage to remorse ; > That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep 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... 
