 | 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 - 1797 - 592 стор.
...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...both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy letters have tranfported me beyond This ignorant prefent, and I feel now The future in the inftant. MACB. My deareft... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 558 стор.
...peace between The effect, and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You...hold! Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor ! Enter Macbeth. The future in the instant. Mac. My dearest love, Duncan comes here to-night. Lady M. And when goes... | |
 | 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...blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, Hold! Great Glamis ! worth/ Cawdor ! i « Murderous. ^ Pity. 8 Wrap as in a mantle. Enter MACBETH. Greater than both,... | |
 | British essayists - 1803 - 300 стор.
...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 Shakspeare's... | |
 | 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 - 1805 - 454 стор.
...nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee8 in the dunnest smoke of hell! That my keen knife9 see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through...dark, To cry, Hold, hold! Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor Ii to the messenger and the raven) had deprived the one of speech, and added harshness to the other's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 442 стор.
...nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall theeH in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife9 see not the wound it makes; Nor heaven peep through...dark, To cry, Hold, hold! Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor I1 to the messenger and the raven) had deprived the one of speech, and added harshness to the other's... | |
 | 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...dark, To cry, Hold, hold " / Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor50! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy letters have transported... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 424 стор.
...pace between The effect, and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You...through the blanket of the dark, To cry, " Hold, hold ! " Enter MACBETH. Thy letters have transported me beyond This ignorant present, and I feel now The... | |
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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 see... 
