...Come all you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here : And fill me, from the crown to th' toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ; make thick my blood,...knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep thro' the blanket of the dark, To cry, hold, hold !— There are some striking passages illustrative...

...ii- effect, and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring mi lusters, Salisbury : If thou but frown on me, or stir thy foot, .Or teach thy hasty spleen to do me I — Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBXTH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter !...

...Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall 8 thee in the dunnest smoke of hell! That my keen knife...makes; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark 9 , To cry, Hold, hold! Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor! 7 Lady Macbeth's purpose was to be effected by...

...ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall8 thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife...makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark9, To cry, Hold, hold! Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor! 7 Lady Macbeth's purpose was to be effected...

...peace between Th* effect and it. Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murth'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You...night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell! Terrible invocation! •• Tragedy can speak no stronger language, nor could any genius less than...

...Th' effect and it. Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murth'ring miniiten. Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on...night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell! Terrible invocation! Tragedy can spenk stronger language, nor could any genius Shakspeare's support...

...fight, I should have known it Without a prompter. Macbeth exclaims, — Come thick nii*ht, And pall me in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see...through the blanket of the dark, To cry hold ! hold ! Shakspeare's blank verse is far superior to that of any other poet, — superior even to Milton's....

...Without a prompter. Macbeth exclaims, — Come thick night, And pall me in the dunnest smoke of nell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor...through the blanket of the dark, To cry hold! hold! Shakspeare's blank verse is far superior to that of any other poet, — superior even to Milton's....

...shepherd. • Shahtpeare. I can see his pride Peep through each part of him. Id. Come, thick night ! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor...peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry hold ! /./. Macbeth. The timorous maiden-blossoms on each bough Peepi forth from their first blushes ; so...

...the small difference* of lightsome and darkiome, which shew the figure. Id. Come, thick night, Aad pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven prep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, hold ' hold ! Shatupeare. Sfacbeth. Pleance, his ion,...