 Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That 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 Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH.  Hamlet, Prince of Denmark: A Tragedy - Page 34by William Shakespeare - 1770 - 207 pagesFull view - About this book
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 | Robert Garis - 2004 - 204 pages
...conjuration: Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark To cry, "Hold, hold!" (Iv50-55) On these words she faces away and the screen fills with swirling clouds and fog, "the dunnest... | |
 | Peter Holland - 2004 - 380 pages
...Macbeth's: . . . Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell. That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark To cry 'Hold, hold!' (1.5.49-53) In her half-waking state, Clara hears Carwin's call as a divine voice and imagines that... | |
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