 | Robert Shiells, Theophilus Cibber - 1753 - 366 páginas
...thus exprefles himfelf, ' . — — — Come thick night And veil thee, in the dunneft fmoke of hell, Nor heaven peep thro' the blanket of the dark, To cry hold, hold. ' ':. . . that the "words dunneft and blanket, which are fo common in vulgar mouths, deftroy in fbme... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1770 - 956 páginas
...fubftances You wait on nature's mifchief. Come, thick night ! And pall thee in the dunneft fmoak of hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold ! Enter Macbeth. Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor !... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 558 páginas
...You wait on nature's 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... | |
 | Henry Headley - 1787 - 202 páginas
...Macbeth, where the murderer invokes night : Come, thick night, And pall thee in the ihmneft Imoke of hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes; Nor Heaven p^ep through the blanket of the dark, To cry " hold ! hold !" The lines are imperfectly quoted in Gibber,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1790 - 586 páginas
...light hatei me, and I 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... | |
 | Ralph Griffiths, George Edward Griffiths - 1794 - 612 páginas
...green one," cannot be understood in the fame way as in the paflages which he produces from Henry 8th, " That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes. Nor...dark To cry, hold, hold!" meaning thereby the night's darkneft, " They have all new legs, and lame ones-" and from the Merchant of Venice, becaufe, then,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1796 - 422 páginas
...fubftances You wait on 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, To cry, Hold! Hold! ' Macbeth, AI&.I lUDGMENT. I fee men's judgments... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1797 - 592 páginas
...fubftances You wait on 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, To cry, Hold, hold! — Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1798 - 442 páginas
...ances, You wait on 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, To cry, Hold, hold ! Great Glami? ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 322 páginas
...fubftances You wait on 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... | |
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You wait on 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, To cry, Hold, hold! 
