 The effect and it! Come to 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 night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see...  The Miscellaneous Works - Стр. 13авторы: William Hazlitt - 1854Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | William Shakespeare - 1768 - Страниц: 398
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 | William Shakespeare - 1770 - Страниц: 956
...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 ! . r [Embracing him, Greater than both, by the all-hail... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1772 - Страниц: 364
...mifchief. — Come, thick night! And pall thee iu the dunneft fmoke of hell, That iny 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 ! [Embracing him. Greater than both, by the all-hail... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - Страниц: 558
...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 differently, perhaps thus, That no compunBious... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1784 - Страниц: 116
...my milk for gall, you nrnrd'ring ministers, iVherever in your sightless substances 370 You wait on nature's mischief ! Come, thick night*, And pall thee...hell ! That my keen knife 'see not the wound it makes ; Tor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark*, To cry, Hold, hold I— — Great Glamis ! worthy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1784 - Страниц: 1118
...mil'chief 4 ! Come, thick And pall ь thee in the dunnelt fmoke of hell ! Tliat my keen knife 6 fee not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hala, Ijold ^ .'—Great С brr. : ' worthyCawdor 1 Enter Mactiítb* Grear;r than both, by the all-hail... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - Страниц: 480
...You. wait on n;iiure's mischief! Come, thick night j And pall tliee in the dunnest smoke of liell ! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, loci)', Hold, hold! GreatGlamis! worthy Cawdor I Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1790 - Страниц: 586
...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 fall is a robe of ftate. So, in Miitun's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1790 - Страниц: 598
...nature's mifchief * ! Come, thick And pall ^ thee in the dunneft fmokc of hell ! That my keen knife 6 fee O c 'rocrytHtUJbeM7!-- Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor Enter Macbeth. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1796 - Страниц: 422
...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 are A parcel of their fortunes ; and things outward... | |
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