...gall, you murd'ring 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 not the wound it makei ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry,...

...delicate." And how does Lady Macbeth receive her king? — she who some short hour before had said, " Come! thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes !" Why, she receives her king as a lady should, with bland...

...gall, you niurd'ring 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 not the wound it makes; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry,...

...vulgar mouths, and can be no longer heard without the involuntary recollection of unpleasing images. ischief. For my part, I should exult at the privilege of banishment, and think my break) out amidst his emotions into a wish natural for a murderer : Come, thick night ! And poll theo...

...seems for ever twisting and untwisting its own strength. Perhaps the true reading in Macbeth * is * 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 ! Act I....

...ever twisting and untwisting its own strength. Perhaps the true reading in Macbeth* is — blank " 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 !" Act...

...vain with cymbal's ring They call the grisly king, In dismal dance about the furnace blue. MILTON. 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,...

...stabbing at the liberties and happiness of mankind, they would rather cry out, with Macbeth, — -" 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...

...stabbing at the liberties and happiness of mankind, they would rather cry out, with Macbeth,— -" 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...

...vulgar mouths, and can be no longer heard without the involuntary recollection of unpleasing images. When Macbeth is confirming himself in the horrid purpose...breaks out amidst his emotions into a wish natural tor a murderer : Come, thick night! And pall thce in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife...