...Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief ! Come, thick night, And pall 3 thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ; That my keen knife...through the blanket of the dark, To cry, ' Hold, hold ! '—Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter !...

...unintelligible by some, and absurd by others ; among which latter class we again encounter the erudite Doctor. " That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor...through the blanket of the dark, To cry, 'Hold! hold!'" Upon this passage, Dr. Johnson, in the Rambler, No. 168, remarks thus : — •' Lady Macbeth proceeds...

...between The effect, and it !• Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murthering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You...through the blanket of the dark, To cry, " Hold, hold ! " Great Glamis, worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy...

...remorse ; That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose , nor keep peace between Th' effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take...the dunnest smoke of hell , That my keen knife see noth the wound it makes , Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark , To cry, "Hold, hold!" —...

...your sightless substances Youwaitonnature'smischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dünnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife see not the wound...through the blanket of the dark, To cry, " Hold, hold ! " — Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter...

...émotions into a wish natural to a murderer — »• ' Come thick night, And pall thee in the dünnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound...through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold! ' In this passage is exerted all the force of poetry, that force which calls new powers into being,...

...Alexander, who had been raised by the poetry, was depressed greatly by its arithmetic. She recommenced — " That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor...through the blanket of the dark, To cry hold! hold! — Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor!" Making the point on " Great Glamis,'' at Macbcth's entrance, not...

...blackness in which death is folded up ; an image conveying at once absence of light and of life?— " That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor...through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold! hold! " &c. The third of these murderous adjurations to the powers of nature for their complicity is uttered...

...peace between The effect and it. Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murthering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You...makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, i To cry, hold, hold !"— — ' When she first hears that " Duncan comes there to sleep" she is so...

...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...through the blanket of the dark, To cry hold ! hold !" There are some striking passages illustrative of ambition, and of the guilt and misery to which...