 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 834 psl.
...toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse ; Cains Marcius Wears this war's garland : in token of the which, murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief ! Come, thick... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 834 psl.
...toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Sfop up the access and passage to remorse ; Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge. Thrice-noble...and pardon me. These are theirf brethren, whom you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief ! Come, thick... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 838 psl.
...toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse ; murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief ! Come, thick... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Thomas Bowdler - 1861 - 914 psl.
...toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse ;** 0 H thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That ray keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep... | |
 | Robert Sullivan - 1861 - 532 psl.
...the toe, topful Of direst cruelty I make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse; That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my...sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief 1 Come, thick night, And pall thee in the d mmcst smoke of hell! That my keen knife see not the wound... | |
 | 1873 - 618 psl.
...cruelty ! Make thick my blood; Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitinga of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 544 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...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... | |
 | 1862 - 364 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...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... | |
 | James Fleming - 1863 - 404 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...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1863 - 374 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...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... | |
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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... 
