 | 1762 - 414 pages
...he thus exprefles himfelf: • " Come thick night " And veil thee, in die dunneft fpoke of hell, " Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, " To cry, hold, hold. That 2 That the words dunneft, and blanket, which are fo common in vulgar mouths, deftroy, in fome... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1767 - 404 pages
...fmoak of hell ! That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes; < And that which rather 2: and hit, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, bald ! — Great Glamis ! worthy Ca-ivdor ! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1770 - 956 pages
...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 - 364 pages
...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 - 1788 - 480 pages
...night ; And pall tliee in the dunnest smoke of liell ! Tliat my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold! Great Glamis ! worthy Gawdorl Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! Thy letters... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1790 - 694 pages
...- Hamlet! — And ftood within the blank of his difpleafure for my free fpeech ! Othello, Blanket. Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark to cry, hold, hold !— Math — I'll tofs the rogue in a blanket . i Henry rv — my loins . . Lar tibfpbau. And does... | |
 | Samuel Ayscough - 1791 - 688 pages
...coimlel, my lord ihould to the heavens be contraty, oppofe againft their wills - - ItU. i 358 I 17 — Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, to cry, hold, hold Mucktti S Ч О Т II* — Thou feed, the heavens, as troubled with man's ail, threaten his bloody... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1791 - 702 pages
...together Winter' i Tali — What couHc 1 mean to hold (hall nothing benefit your knowledge IUJ. — Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, to cry, hold, huld Muttrtt. — When we hold rumour from what we fear, yet know not what we fear Itid. — out my... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1792 - 430 pages
...night, And pall thee in the Junneft 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! Did the Poet fuppofe that without fome fuch infernal pofTeffion the Charadter would be thought unnatural... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 648 pages
...mean — to 'wrap, to itrveji. STEEVENS. 7 That my keen knife ] The word knife, which at prefent 377 Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,' To cry, Hold, hold ! 9 Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! * " Through Goddes myght, and his liyfe, " There the gyaunte loft... | |
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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... 
