 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 ! Enter MACBETH.  Hamlet, Prince of Denmark– A Tragedy - 34 psl.autoriai: William Shakespeare - 1770 - 207 psl.Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
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...conjuration: 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!" (Iv50-55) On these words she faces away and the screen fills with swirling clouds and fog, "the dunnest... | |
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...Macbeth's: . . . 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!' (1.5.49-53) In her half-waking state, Clara hears Carwin's call as a divine voice and imagines that... | |
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