 | William Shakespeare - 1784 - 116 стор.
...breasts, \nd *take my milk for gall, you nrnrd'ring ministers, iVherever in your sightless substances 370 You wait on nature's mischief ! Come, thick night*,...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 - 1803 - 558 стор.
...breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief Come, thick night, And...through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold! Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor ! Enter Macbeth. The future in the instant. Mac. My dearest love, Duncan... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 412 стор.
...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...through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, Hold! Great Glamis ! worth/ Cawdor ! i « Murderous. ^ Pity. 8 Wrap as in a mantle. Enter MACBETH. Greater... | |
 | John Howe Baron Chedworth - 1805 - 392 стор.
...substances You wait on nature's mischief! Dr., Johnson's is the true explanation. P. 496.— 298.— 377. Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke...through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold ! I think the objections in the Rambler to the •words knife and dun are ill founded. P. 504.— 301.—... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 432 стор.
...gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief's ! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke...through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold " / Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor50! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 454 стор.
...breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief ! Come, thick night,...have transported me beyond This ignorant present, and Ifeel now The future in the instant. Macb. My dearest love, Duncan comes here to-night. Lady. And when... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 432 стор.
...breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief ! Come, thick night,...the dark, To cry, « Hold, hold ! " Enter MACBETH. Groat Glamis ! worthy Cawdor! Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy letters have transported... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 424 стор.
...breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night,...the dark, To cry, " Hold, hold ! " Enter MACBETH. Thy letters have transported me beyond This ignorant present, and I feel now The future in the instant.... | |
 | Henry Headley - 1810 - 246 стор.
...the blanket suggested to Shakspeare that noble image in Macbeth, where the murderer invokes night: Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke...through the blanket of the dark, To cry, 'Hold! hold'!" In Bishop Hurd our author has found a formidable accuser, I transcribe the following very sensible... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1813 - 476 стор.
...breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night....through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, Hold!— Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor! Enter MACRETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! Thy letters... | |
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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... 
